My California, isn’t your California
And my addiction, isn’t like your addiction
My holy love song, isn’t your holy love song
My lonely sunrise, isn’t your lovely sunrise
So don’t bully fuck me
say you got me figured out
don’t try to encage me, define or enslave me
Cause I’m going to make it known,
We’re down here on our own
And What ever they tell you, they’re just trying to sell you
So don’t super impose, your ugly egos, over everything unknown
Your New York city, isn’t, my New York city
And your holy vision, isn’t my holy vision
And your Armageddon, shouldn’t be my Armageddon
But your war of nations, now is, my war of nations
So don’t compromise me, don’t tell me what I need
Don’t tell us we’re brothers, then to kill one another
You say we’re not alone, Our actions are condoned
By a god who plays shepherd, while his lambs all get slaughtered
Cause you’ve super imposed, your ugly egos, over everything we know
Joe don’t listen to the man, It’s just another Vietnam,
The blood you spill is not for the land, it’s for the money changing hands
And they tell you Christ is on his throne and all your actions are condoned
But the scripture reads, if truth be known, the only blood he spilled, it was his own
And like a murderer knows not how to feel, a martyr knows not how to kill
And if the world goes to the meek....why not turn the other cheek?
why not turn the other cheek? why not turn the other cheek? why not turn the other cheek?
A true hidden treasure of a song writer. This gent has been capturing songs in demo form on old tape recorders since the 80s. . . and he's still capturing his magic sounds in his secret basement. Damien Youth