Good Luck, Bad Luck   It's invisible tides of highways.   Don't you think, Charlie?   It's random shit like waves.   Yeah, Fuck you Charlie.   Across this country filled   with islands of disaappointment,   we seek family, we find augeries that say   Stop your crying, keep on driving   Things will be better in California.   You like to play it safe,   but you want what you paid for,   I can't stand California.   The next day changing tires   we attract the usual flies and homeless   and it's 'cigarettes and change man?'   Consequences that await you   bad faith you're pushing West   you can't outrun or let run over you.   I won't stoop to prayer   cause the physics were already there    when Charlie wished us luck saying      Stop your crying, keep on driving   Things will be better in California.   I'm sure we had our reasons   but I can't recall them   I can't stand California.   Foundations can never be relain   and anyway its too late for weak hearts who won't decide   Don't stop when you hit the ocean   Panicked ants on the coast of slow motion.   I smell a dream dying, die dream die.   The rotted rind of this rotted country   rots in the West and its beyond me   Why anyone would look there for anything unless      You don't care what you're finding   is blank and confining   There are no answers in California   You're dumb enough to move there   You belong there   I can't stand California   Stop your crying, keep on driving   Stop looking to California.   Oh, your reasons are cheap and see-through and   I can't stand California.