Babies on beach blankets headed for Mars Cute boys with crew cuts and day glow surfboards There's a pretty lady in a bikini, her eyes are bright But her teeth look like smashed out window panes She's trying to fix her dreams With sushi and facials and carrot juice
CHORUS: There's a white wall that we can't see over now But that's okay, we're still learning Mistakes, they are allowed If you're a satellite, oh, oh, oh...
Yoga classes so you can look good in your singles bar California's sure lovely; It's the home of the stars And everybody is a nice body But souls are like shadows, hollow inside, choked And hiding behind volley balls and valium and power bars
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BRIDGE: We understand a lot of things About modern techonology But not about dreams Our hearts are on the shelves We can't fix ourselves But we can fix a satellite Because in Hollywood The heroes are strung out on grace And half-skinned gypsies are crying to leave this place
The pope can't fix my broken heart Rock 'n' roll can't fix my broken heart Valium can't fix my broken heart Miss Cleo can't fix my broken heart But will you fix my broken heart? Cause I'm gonna give you a satellite Fix my broken heart