Good luck,
bad luck,
its all invisible - time zones & highways
don't you think Charlie?

Its all random shit,
like words I dont beleive in - "luck".
Do you?
Yeah, fuck you Charlie!

Cuz this country is filled with Islands of Dissapointment,
we seek family,
we find old country

Stop your crying
keep on driving
things will be better in California

This day will change in times
and attract the youth like flies,
the homeless, and cigarettes and change man,

the consequences that await you,
that faith with wither and rust you
when it comes over you

I wont stoop to prayer,
when chzicks were already there when
Me and Charlie, no saying you

Stop your crying,
keep on driving
I cant stand California,
I'm sure he had his reasons, but I can't recall them

Across the beating waves,
anyway, its always to late for,
we cut you all to size

so dont stop when you hit the ocean,
we dance in a crazy slow motion,
I smell a dream dying
A dream dying

Ive had enough with this moronic country,
its to the west and its beyond me,
why anyone would look there for anything

you dont care what you find there
its black, unconfided
if youre dumb enough to move there,
you belong there,
I CANT STAND CALIFORNIA!