The suns rising above the mountains People on the bus and we're bouncing From Oakland to LA, the nightway Searching for an enlightened mind state Spend our whole lives trying to get them straight It's more than paying bills Wine busted open in my bag Spilled everywhere people are so mad Morning time in LA is such a wonderful sad
She was crying in the abortion clinic Her pimp's name was British He was a mean son of a bitch The rackets, the courts, the scoring The time honored tradition I sat next to her and told her I would listen And a man that's new here Just trying to be a gentlemen
Trying to get them straight