Lyrics:
PreeWhos that coming down the roadD aA sailor from the seaD f#mHe looks a lot like meE g eId know him anywhere, had to stareFeathers at his fingertipsD aA halo round his spineD f#mHe must have lost his mindE gHe should be put away, right awayC#mIn the corner of the nightD bmHe handed me his waterpipeF#m bm eHis eyes were searching deep inside my headHeres what he saidAmSorry I cant stop and talk nowDIm in kind of a hurry anyhowC g a eBut Ill send you a tape from californiaNew york city has exploded and its crashed upon my headI dove beneath the bedFighting, biting nails, turning paleThe landlords at my windowAnd the burglars at my doorI cant take it anymoreI guess Ill have to fly, its worth a trySomeones banging on the wallBut theres no party to recallThe singer of the shadows of his soulSo hes been toldSorry I cant stop and talk nowIm in kind of a hurry anyhowBut Ill send you a tape from californiaD c d cFrom the mirror of my mantle to the velvet on my bedD c am eTrapped upon a stolen stage, a barrymore at best(? )A ga gMy rhymes are all repeating, ballads growing blindG#m a f#m b7 eWords have turned to water, the women turned to wineThe draft board is debating if theyd like to take my lifeId sooner take a wife and have raise a child or twoWouldnt you?Peace has turned to poisonThe flag has blown a fuseEven courage is confusedAnd now all the brave are in the graveCentury is bending(? )Have a very happy endingTo the victor go the ashes of the spoilSeeds in the soilSorry I cant stop and talk nowIm in kind of a hurry anyhowBut Ill send you a tape from californiaThe flower-power fuller brush manIs farming out his friendsI stabbed him with my stemAnd then I tapped his toes with my roseHe crawled around inside himselfNow hes crawling after meDropping acid in my teaHe wants to save his soulRock and rollOne of us must understandIts not the drug that makes the manThen a poster of a movie star walked byHe must have been highSorry I cant stop and talk nowIm in kind of a hurry anyhowBut Ill send you a tape from californiaHalf the world is crazy and the other half is scaredMaddonas do the minuet for the naked millionairesThe anarchists are rising while were racing for the moonIt doesnt take a seer to see that the scene is coming soonSo whos that coming down the roadA sailor from the seaHe looks a lot like meId know him anywhereHad to stareA fire around his fingertipsA song around his spineHe must have found his mindHe should be put awayAnywaySurrounded by the slaughterNow Im boarding(? ) at the borderWhen the echoes of my ecstacy appearWish I was hereSorry I cant stop and talk nowIm in kind of a hurry anyhowBut Ill send you a tape from california/pre