Unfair Lyrics - Crooked Rain Crooked Rain - Pavement

Down in Santa Rosa over the bay 

Across the grapevine to L.A. 

We got desert, we got trees 

We got the hills of Beverly 

Let's burn the hills of Beverly 

Walk with your credit card in the air 

Swing your nose just like you just don't care 

This is the slow sick sucking part of me 

This is the slow sick sucking part of me 

And when I suck in kisses, it's ours 

Up to the top of the Shasta gulch 

And to the bottom of the Tahoe lakes 

Man made deltas and concrete rivers 

The south takes what the north delivers 

You film hack, I don't use your fade 

Lost in the foothills of my pride 

Trocadero, say good night 

To the last psychedelic band 

From Sac to northern Cal 

From Sac to northern Cal