Not Hip For Your Trip - Goodbye California

I’m pre-meditating crime of a personal kind

I’m about to go out of my mind

I’m just about sick to death of taking breath

And walking this line of mine

Now, folks that know what’s good for them

Are good at ignoring them

But I just can’t put these thoughts down

I’m harrowed and abused

And broken and pursued

By this notion that follows me around

My heart is hurting

My spirit’s burdened

I feel like a liar and a thief

For taking air

For being here

Unwanted

I look for my final release

Goodbye, goodbye, California

Goodbye and I’ll be moving on

I sang you my songs

I know i’m wrong

Fare thee well

And I’ll be moving on

When I’m dead and gone

My immortal home

Will hold me in its bosom

Safe and cold

No more desires

Will light their fires

Or disturb my immaculate calm

And the birds of the air

And the beasts of the soil

And the fishes of the desperate seas

Will know who I am

And my substance will expand

As part of everything

And the clouds will roll

And the wind will blow

And the beautiful birds will sing

Goodbye, goodbye, California

Goodbye to your waving trees

To you succulent wind

And all my friends

Fare thee well

Goodbye

So be it

I'm gonna shake

I'm gonna shimmy too
I'm gonna shake

 I'm gonna really move
I'm gonna ride my skateboard all the way
I really dig your beaches

and the guys

they're all peaches

Yeah, Black's beach is such a cool break too

I don't know why I'm living this way
Must have coppertone on my brain

It's really fun out in the sun

I fight the mob out in the smog

But you can keep old Californ-i-a

And when you fall into the sea

Don't you look for me

...I guess I'm not hip to your kind of trip