Laura Stevenson And The Cans

Sink, Swim
Oh, California, I tried to warn yaThe Earth is gonna quake before yaYou'll be real sorry, but it won't be sorryThe dirt is gonna crack and split you in twoAnd you'll be halve and you'll have to find a match that fits your gutsIt hurts so much, but it keeps your blood inWatch out, they'll swarm yaThe bees that were born too early, wakened by the swirlingCover your nose up, they'll fill all your holesThey'll weigh you down with honeycombAnd though, it'll be your one chance to be sweetYou'll be a thankless home for ungrateful drones who will churn your bones to butterAnd you're not coming home No, you've got plenty more in you, don't ya?So please go easy, and breathe some clean air for me.Oh, California, I hate to inform yaNow waves are crashing, coming toward yaSoaking your pals and dragging them outYou're the only straggler grabbing onto the shoreBut all the salt's pooled in your earsIt's all your fault, I tell yaListen will ya?Can't you hear me baby?SongtexteAnd you're not coming homeNo, you've got plenty more in you, don't ya?So please go easy, and breathe some clean air for meAnd if I'd only known how to warn youI'd pull you undertow if I had toBut I'm too lazy, and you're too stubborn, baby Aus Songtexte Mania