WEST COAST

How many tales of silver and gold
Will arise from my lips, from your lips...
Spread on the ground, like a dead dog
I can't fight for my life, for your life...

Nowhere to go
West Coast is waiting, for me, and for you

Switchblade on mondays and shotgun at noon
Oh tears, they shine in your eyes..
I wish the wine could let us go
And the streets and the sun would forgive...

Nowhere to go
West Coast is waiting, for me, and for you

Pack up your gear, and forget those blues,
I'll bring back this light in your eyes
Tie up the fear, but we go no choice
But to head to the angels and their town

Nowhere to go
West Coast is waiting, for me, and for you