1119 Lyrics - Singles - Michale Graves

Heading down the highway 

California, get high 

I can see the long road behind me 

Dressed so tight, Saturday night 

Mr. Scarecrow, hit the lights 

All the pretty girls want a good time 

Never gone away 

Lost in the bathrooms of my waste 

It's piled up inside 

Somebody knocking at the door 

One, one, one, nine 

Heading down the highway 

California, dreams of big time 

Horror business 

Beautiful brown eyes 

Blue eyes, green eyes, her eyes 

Dressed so tight, Mr. Saturday Night 

Hollywood scarecrow loves to fight 

All the pretty girls want a good time 

Never gone away 

Lost in the bathrooms of my waste 

It's piled up inside 

Somebody knocking at the door 

One, one, one, nine 

Comatosed and skeletons 

Crimson pearls of decadence 

Searching for the arrogance 

To get me through the innocence 

Hanging rainbows storm clouds loom 

Witches shelter laugh and boom 

I can still hear the music 

Can you still hear the music 

A thousand miles left to go 

Magic breaths of grimple smoke 

Pumpkin seeds of fading time 

Always us, one, one, one, nine