Greetings From Califournia
Hands up it's a stick upNobody's leaving this room for a minuteEveryones breathing these fumesThat are in itSick of the people who make the decisions
Put your hands up it's a stick upHopefully God is still down to forgive usNobody's breathingWho let the evil in?
What's in the water?Are you bothered?What's the problem here?
I can feel it go downI can feel it go down all the wayAll the wayGive it to me slow nowGive it to me slow then watch the wayIt comes and comes
Handcuffed and I thought of youI made love and I thought of youMy Daddy died, I just thought of youMy Sister cried and my Mama tooI got a place and I thought of youI tried to decorate and I thought of youI'm seeing red but I'm singing blueI never knew that black and white would fit you too
Anybody, Somebody, pleaseI'm beggingI'm even on my kneesI've got a dozen insecuritiesBut I don't think you should be worried for meNo I don't think you should be worried for me