Screw California
And friends that are never there
And places that they oughtta
Pretend that they even care
From her false family
She could light you up like a holiday tree
In a summer month

So lead us there...

So screw California
And ice that will never melt
From hearts of
The modern children of Cicero
From her false family
She could light you up like a holiday tree
In a summer month

So lead us there...

So lead us there
So lead us there
So lead us there
So lead us there...

When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?
When?