Wake
in the night like a lump in your side
And it's gotta come out or
it's gonna go down
Scratchin' my head and I feel so inept
All the hair in my eyes just so
clumped that'll die
She'll think of you and
she'll say it's true
But she'll never try to escape all the lies
I think of you and I think it's true
Well, she'll be so polite and
pretend that you hate
Blame it all on masturbation
Blame it all on masturbation
Blame it all on masturbation
The only thing that
kept me satisfied
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Over the hills in a city she feels
And she thinks that it's home
Cause it's all that she knows
Somebody coughs and it does it a lot
And I guess that it's me,
cause I'm sick of this wind
If you think of me,
then I'm down for conceal
Every poison I start,
then I get what I'm shot
And if you think I'll be more
than what you see
You'll be in for a shot,
cause I know what I'm not
An d the smoke's on the high road,
An d the smoke's
on the high road,
An d the smoke's on
the high road,
All the way to the god damn high.
Take me back to
California, take me back to
California
Take me back to
California
The only place I ever had to find