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down to Santa Rosa HALF MOON BAY across the grapevine to L.A. we've got deserts, we've got trees we've got the hills of Beverly let's burn the hills of Beverly!! walk with your credit card in the air!! swing your nachos like you just don't care!! (your guess is as good as mine) this is the slow sick sucking part of me this is the slow sick sucking part of me and when i'm sucking kisses diee..worrkk [??] up to the top of shasta gulch and to the bottom of the tahoe lakes manmade deltas and concrete rivers the south takes what the north delivers you fill hack??? lost in the foothills of my MIND drinking STERNO, say good night to the LAST PSYCHEDELIC BAND FROM sac'to, northern cal. FROM sac'to northern cal. take it; neighbor; cuz you're my neighbor; and i mean famous; you're my neighbor; you do me favors; cuz i'm your neighbor; i'm not your neighbor, you bakersfield trash. traaaaaash! traaaaaash!!!