i've lived a good life   one with no regrets   wonder what tomorrow brings   cause it's not over yet   take a look around us   at the decaying scene   looks like the underground is   a dying breed      i smell California   the smell of burning flesh   i've been sent to warm you   of a sudden death   no it's not up to me   if i look at you with a different view   then i can accept you   if you hold on to the past   the fall will haunt you and   lead you to your death      sifting through the ashes   bones and debris   and are we really who we want   and need to be   radio remind me   a signal static free   and as the airwaves fade   we are a dying breed      i smell California   the smell (?)   i've been sent to warm you   of a sudden death   no it's not up to me   if i look at you with a different view   then i can accept you   if you hold on to the past   the fall will haunt you and   lead you to your death      keep moving ahead   keep moving ahead   leave the dead behind to bury the dead      we lie somewhere between   the darkness and the light   we fool ourselves and say that we tried   no motivation is left inside