Heading down the highway California, get high I can see the long road behind me Dressed so tight, Saturday night Mr. Scarecrow, hit the lights All the pretty girls want a good time Never gone away Lost in the bathrooms of my waste It's piled up inside Somebody knocking at the door One, one, one, nine Heading down the highway California, dreams of big time Horror business Beautiful brown eyes Blue eyes, green eyes, her eyes Dressed so tight, Mr. Saturday Night Hollywood scarecrow loves to fight All the pretty girls want a good time Never gone away Lost in the bathrooms of my waste It's piled up inside Somebody knocking at the door One, one, one, nine Comatosed and skeletons Crimson pearls of decadence Searching for the arrogance To get me through the innocence Hanging rainbows storm clouds loom Witches shelter laugh and boom I can still hear the music Can you still hear the music A thousand miles left to go Magic breaths of grimple smoke Pumpkin seeds of fading time Always us, one, one, one, nine
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