California Bleeding - Machine Head

I’m not the billionaire class

From San Lorenzo with the trailer trash

I can’t afford a fucking thing in sight

Something about this state is just so right

San Francisco, give me your money

Drug-crazed, road-rage, don’t ya act funny

I wanna smoke till I’m Oakland high

And drop some acid in the Barstow night

Sacramento, marching downtown

Mendocino, beer me down

Cut me open leave me splayed (stitch me back together)

California’s bleeding me (blame it on the weather)

Sail me down the river

Temper like a trigger

Take a shot of vodka, blow out my liver

California’s bleeding me

Don’t give a fuck if I’m banned

The fucking rodents down at Disneyland

Highway 5 down to 99

I’m getting head near the Fresno sign

Berryessa, stumbling and stammered

East Bay Tramps out drinking and hammered

And Hollywood’s giving me the bends

'Cause in LA you ain’t got no friends

Fremont meth-head getting me wired

Start a riot, light a fire

Cut me open leave me splayed (stitch me back together)

California’s bleeding me (blame it on the weather)

Sail me down the river

Temper like a trigger

Watch your back, here come the gold diggers

California’s bleeding me, and I don’t care tonight

We’re going west

Like rats we come to infest

We never rest

Feed on the fucking stress

Cut me open leave me splayed… stitch me back together

California’s bleeding me (blame it on the weather)

Sail me down the river

Temper like a trigger

Take some shots and blow out my liver

California’s bleeding me, and I don’t care tonight

And you won’t go home

'Cause we welcome all

Golden State brings home the gold