Bakersfield Lyrics

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...