Give up the giving shot. Dedication to the places that you never need to hide. Occupations the opportunity to see yourself in lights. And all the city fires. And the tabloid lies. And the television guys. For the missions and the boulevards. And the way it is when money's all you got. Stop and stare. At the accidents and stars that bore you. We don't dare sing another song for California. Anywhere. Where the city lights are hopeless for you. We don't care I need another song for California. Shut up and give me a shot. On occasion to the places that you never want to die. On the station everybody hears but no one needs to try. On the telephone on the methane dare. Every minute that you scream. For the errant scars and the dying stars. Every second that you take to fake your life. Stop and stare. At the accidents and stars that bore you. We don't dare sing another song for California. Anywhere. Where the city lights are hopeless for you. We don't care I need another song for California. Stop and stare. At the accidents and stars that bore you. We don't dare sing another song for California. Anywhere. Where the city lights are hopeless for you. We don't care I need another song for California