Bakersfield Songtext

i won't go back to Bakersfield my friend died there, i loved him too much incompetence, tubes and wires indifference, fools and liars aggravate, regulate, resuscitate auffocated him while Scully danced over the airwaves Scully danced over the airwaves i won't go back to Bakersfield my friend died there, i loved him to much wrinkled young men are shuffling along like dirty grey ghosts wearing fitteld soiled sheets on a wt mirage street looking for green gangrenous feet that will lead them to liquor stores or unemployment offices in the morning they gurgle out of spoiled rancid visions and cabbage pods they have one mission only because their kink are lonely cross the border, take us over, make us over rake us over the coals while Scully surfs over the heatwaves Scully skips over the new graves crusty skinned phantoms pocked-marked and drifting like the shifting pallid sand here beneath their tendrils these down payment dreamers of small flat-roofed houses and harsh vacant lots full of milkweed and dust stinkbugs and rust animal excrement and murder evidence they built an air conditioned mall there against sand paper winds blowing out of the west famous for their coffe and mudpie flamingos pink, and pinkeye Merle Haggard, corn dog batter, shoots amd ladders all in tatters now while Scully hangs over the freeways scully's ignoring the new age i won't go back to Bakersfield my friend died there, i loved him too much see the nomads wandering in the desert moonlight the Chosen Ones moving like great ancient turtles they're going in circles with their holy referrals eating manna from Wendy's and God is with them but i won't be there God is with them but i won't be there though it's the same as any other place there's too much smog around my face and i won't cry there no i won't die there while Scully danced over the airwaves...