After the longest night Stepping out into a new daylight Beer ice cold in my hand Like I’m on my way, like I had Plenty not to talk about Stopping for a burger at the in-and-out, waiting in line For the prophecy How we took our turns to be Strung out like some powder in a bag of skin Last night I could have sworn I was dying Cicadas singing at my window, signs Proclaim the end is nigh But not tonight California, ooh I keep slipping on the tossing like I’m sick again Ooh white light white heat all night Heart beating in my chest like a kettle drum California, ooh I keep slipping on the tossing like I’m sick again Ooh white light white heat all night Heart beating in my chest like a jackhammer What of the unfinished symphonies Immigration infamies, my head rings like the liberty bell Sweating like a winner on a hot day Sinner, say what, say nothing if you’ve nothing to sell Every time I open up my mealy mouth This tiny wee sound comes out, I’m spitting it out in the doubt I hear my heart like a back-beat Something incomplete, no midnight choir No love over desire Chorus (2x)

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