Lyrics

Broken Bacchanalian blisters It's a long way back to the city Drunk on gin and valley heat And feeling fuckin' shitty Looking back to Shangri-La It's like a brothel on the border Steady hands can't take a shot Clean up this disorder And the ocean seems so far away Got to get back to my..., Got to get back to my..., The sun was burning down when I woke up yesterday Got to get back to my..., Got to get back to my... I had a dream three nights in a row It might not mean a thing I felt my face in an empty space And pulled out all my teeth Stranded in a Fresno truckstop Paying for ice in a glass Rednecks here don't like my eyes or my face They'll kick my ass And the ocean seems so far away Got to get back to my..., Got to get back to my..., The sun was burning down when I woke up yesterday Got to get back to my..., Got to get back to my...