Life is full, life is gray
At it's best, it's just okay
But I'm happy to report
Life is also short
So I find myself back in California
I'm a coolie for the tourists
Those happy Epicureans
Evil spectres from my own suburban upbring
As I reveal points of interest, I can chat so pleasantly
But it's hard to be cheerful when you feel so hopeless
And there's no reason for this dark mood
It will pass, it will return but will I ever learn?
And the children of privilege begging for my spare change
Do they need my assistance to purchase their intoxicants
Or would they best be served a swift kick
Slowly sinking in the vast ambivalent sea of California