Eight Lyrics

"California saved your life",
Stated the policy in black and white.
"You cornered off your facetious sides
And left their heads on foreign soil."

"California saved your life",
Proclaimed the modern-day jeremiad.
Timbre changed in the manuscript
as it pleaded, pale, with you not to

Broadcast the lie.
Faded and white,
Promised to say
Only to say
What you see

"California saved your life",
But that was only at illness's height.
"Documentary proof that you cannot
Bleed in public is enclosed."

And there's a modern day skid row,
Coming over your bistro.

Castrate the falling of mind
Mis-sold your head one more time.
Cost-cutting plans underway.
See the six-shooter to stay.

You can't describe the guns today,
They left their homes to fly away.
Attention Slipped, a curious flight.
Among the ruins of the child

"California saved your life,
But that was only at illness's height."
Red pulsed on the smallest child
As he blasted over the roof.

And there's a modern day skid row,
Coming over your bistro.