It's a girl in here, not as sweet as you. It's a guy like me, some bad tattoos. An empty bar filling up with smoke. And I fry in the ashes, I'm 3 days old.
Calling all cars, all coroners. We've got a dead one here. And anybody else receiving this. The west coast is far from clear. . Like a time bomb or sudden death.
A deep dark secret down at the bottom. But this bay can't keep it unforgotten. And a story that was told has now grown taller than we'd ever wish to be.