when the sun goes down on a California town the legs of night begin to stretch, bourbon filters the sunset moon begins to fill the sky / in film noir it's time to die moon begins to fill the sky . . .
when the light begins to curl around a California girl she is looking for her star to rise above the boulevard up 'til now it's been pretend / but its time for that to end yeah it's time for that to end . . . into the trunk, gagged and bound, the last you'll see of tinsel town momentary lapse of sound and all that you got left / all that you got left
when the night begins to stretch goodbye is all that you've got left - left when the sun goes down on that California town the legs of night begin to stretch, bourbon filters the sunset moon begins to fill the sky / in film noir it's time to die blood-red moon has filled the sky . . . into the trunk, gagged and bound, the last you'll see of tinsel town momentary lapse of sound and all that you got left / all that you got left when the night begins to stretch goodbye is all that you've got left it's all that's left