Text: Forward, Russia. Eight.

California saved your life
Stated the policy in black and white
You cornered off your facetious sides
And they left their heads on foreign soil

California saved your life
Proclaimed the modern-day jeremiad
Timbre changed in the manuscript
As it pleaded, pale, with you not to...

Broadcast the lie
Faded and white
Promised to say
Only to say
What you see

California saved your life
But that was only at illness's height
A documentary proof that you cannot
Bleed in public is enclosed

And there's a modern day skid row
Coming over your bistro
No-o-oh

And there's a modern day skid row
Coming over your bistro
No-oh

Castrate the falling of mind (?)
Mis-sold your head one more time (?)
See the six-shooter to stay
Cost-cutting plans underway

You can't describe the guns today
They left their homes to fly away
Attention slipped, a curious flight
Among the ruins of the child

California saved your life
But that was only at illness's height
A red pulse on the smallest child
As he blasted over the roof

And there's a modern day skid row
Coming over your bistro
No-o-oh

And there's a modern day skid row
Coming over your bistro
No-oh