California's bleeding me (blame it on the weather) Sail me down the river Temper like a trigger Cut me open leave me splayed (stitch me back together) California's bleeding me, and I don't care tonight I'm not the billionaire class I'm from San Lorenzo

If I'm lost then how can I find myself? If I'm lost now then how can I find myself? And if I believe you Will that make it stop? If I told you I need you Is that what you want? And I'm broken and bleeding And begging for help And I'm asking you Jesus,

I'm so hot for her and she's so cold I'm so hot for her, I'm so hot for her I'm the burning bush, I'm the burning fire I'm the bleeding volcano She's so cold she's so cold She's so cold, she's so cold I dare not touch her my hand just froze I'm so hot

Tina! Tina! Tina! Tina! A ghost is screaming your name Out of the flames A piece of brain in my hair The wheels are melting Tina! Tina! Bleeding all around Liquid metal through my veins The radio's burning

What will it take for you to notice? I am a heart on fire, the dawn walls diffuse So don’t get close Trouble and the worth Love like a needle full of methadone Prudent but not real, left you wanting more Lipstick track marks bleeding red Like Montagues

Hey, man, get away from me Parading to the masses, we're coming so fresh to death I've been stealing looks from shadows you conjure with your purse Yeah, you're walking in stilettos, but your nose is bleeding out I've been running from the devil, but the

Once again I'll call your name You'll hear but not answer Foolish heart quakes with pain, mocking embrace I push away longing, aching my company, Wither decay, this empty inheritance Looking glass shattered eyes, bleeding so softly Selfishness hollow

And this is how it all began On our first campaign to the Fatherland There was writing on the walls Looked like "Circus" there for me We were smoking Karl Marx With the junkies in the park I watched the barmaid keeping track By marking X's on our mats

I don't know why When you're hiding from the truth It's some kind of joke When the tears are bleeding blue There's nowhere to run When the pain is caused by you It's some kind of joke In a room full of red pretend to be dumb We fall on our face pretend

Cannot receive the obvious Line up cattle and cut the necks Emotions inside us troubling, The hatred inside us escalating, The sickness inside us keeps us weak, The masses inside of us suffering they are bleeding, The calling inside us sick with greed,