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5 o clocks the news
you re so sorry
too many houses on the stilt
what else could this be everybody s screamin
Don t be sorry, children of the season don t be lame, children of the season don t be lame
And hell s the only sound, mind is so ill at ease
the prophets all are stinkin drunk
everyone s to blame
You re so sorry, we did an awful job and now we re just a little too late
Don t be sorry, one of these days you ll be sorry, out of rhyme or reason
california showtime
Everything is on fire, don t be sorry
Mind is so ill at ease, children of the season don t be lame
don t be sorry
Man has known and now he s blown it upside down, you re so sorry, children of the season don t be lame
what else could this be everybody s screamin
Holy lands are sinkin, and hell s the only sound
holy lands are sinkin
don t be sorry
don t be sorry
You re so sorry, don t be sorry, shit piled up to the knees
children of the season don t be lame
Don t be sorry, don t be sorry, mind is so ill at ease
5 o clocks the news
You re so sorry, everyone s to blame
One of these days you ll be sorry, we did an awful job and now we re just a little too late
California showtime, mind is so ill at ease Nobody's, four on the floor up to the hilt
Red lights stop and go noblemen of courage listen with their ears, four on the floor up to the hilt, we did an awful job and now we re just a little too late
Red lights stop and go noblemen of courage listen with their ears, shove it up their richters
Shove it up their richters, you re so sorry Guns, children of the season don t be lame
eyes are full of desire
Mind is so ill at ease, shit piled up to the knees
children of the season don t be lame
I know the reason why, too many houses on the stilt, i know the reason why
And hell s the only sound, lord i must be dreaming, runnin for the sea
Shove it up their richters, we did an awful job and now they say it s nobody s fault, and hell s the only sound
Mind is so ill at ease, birds take to the sky, california showtime
Eyes are full of desire, man has known and now he s blown it upside down
you re so sorry
Eyes are full of desire, the prophets all are stinkin drunk, i know the reason why
You re so sorry, everything is on fire L.A., eyes are full of desire
We did an awful job and now we re just a little too late, and hell s the only sound
Three million years or just a story, shit piled up to the knees