Charlie don't surf and we think he should Charlie don't surf and you know that it ain't no good Charlie don't surf for his hamburger Momma Charlie don't surf Charlie's gonna be a napalm star Everybody wants to rule the world Must be something we get from

Siamo con il nostro dio scuro Siamo con clavi (Siamo con dio) We are here For your praise Our conjuration sings infernal salms And smear the smudge in bleeding palms

My California king In this California king bed We're ten thousand miles apart I'll be California wishing on these stars For you're heart on me So how come when I reach out my finger Chest to chest Nose to nose Palm to palm

All you had to do was stay (Hey hey hey) Had me in the palm of your hand Then, why'd you had to go and lock me out when I let you in Stay, hey, now you say you want it Back now that it's just too late Well could've been easy Stay, hey, all you had to do

The bartender said ya'll keep it down The party was goin' strong By the palm trees down at the tiki bar Right there in the Holidome We'd been sittin' there since happy hour Had the day off in Omaha And all those girls came in and they wanted to swim And

I feel it for the first time I found a new place here I’m coming down fast I won’t break down tonight

Yeah, since they're sleepin' on me, let me wake 'em up Got the world in my palm, watch me shake it up Everything I'm talkin' real, I ain't make it up I know you probably think I care, but I don't give a fuck But I ain't givin' up, I'd rather live it up

Money in your palm don't make you real Pistol in your hand don't make you real Niggas been countin' me out I'm writin' down names, I'm makin' a list The real ones been dyin', the fake ones is lit The Bentley is dirty, my sneakers is dirty But that's how

Feeling paranoid True enemy or false friend? I'm in trouble for the things I haven't got to yet Palms are getting wet, sweating bullets Feeling claustrophobic Like the walls are closing in Hello me, meet the real me And my misfit's way of life

Roses, Bel Air, take me there I've been waiting to meet you Darling I'm waiting to greet you Come to me baby Palm trees in the light I can see, late at night Gargoyles standing at the front of your gate Trying to tell me to wait But I can't wait to see