Screw California
And friends that are never there
In 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 the 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...
When?