Good Luck, Bad Luck
It's all invisible tides of highways
Don't ya think, Charlie?
It's all random shit like waves
I don't believe in luck, do you?
Yeah, Fuck you Charlie
Across this country filled
With islands of disappointment
We seek family, we find augeries they say:
Stop your crying, keep on driving
Things will be better in California!
You like to play it safe
But you want what you paid for
I can't stand California!
The next day changing tires
We attract the usual flies and homeless
And it's 'cigarettes and change man?'
Consequences that await you
Bad faith you're pushing West
You can't outrun or let run over you
I won't stoop to prayer
'cause the physics were already there
When Charlie wished us luck saying, you

Stop your crying, keep on driving
Things will be better in California
I'm sure we had our reasons
But I can't recall them
I can't stand California