California Songtext

von Winds Of Plague

Put your hands up
Reach for the sky
Do what I say or let the bullets fly

Another life lost in the City of Angels
No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels
Another dream dies in the City of Angels
No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels

Trudge through the angelic wasteland
Pure scum between my toes
Beacon of light beckons for me, but I choose to continue to roll
"Why, oh, why?" I ask myself again
What, oh, what has become of me?
Angels of doom in hostile times
Victims of our own reality

Trapped inside
Trapped inside a world I've sculpted with others' pain
Built upon
Built upon the bodies I've been compelled to slay

Just another day in the wild Wild West
When push comes to shove, you get put to the test
Big dreams and palm trees cover up the crime scene
Red line
No time
Load another magazine

Trapped inside
Trapped inside a world I've sculpted with other's pain
Built upon
Built upon the bodies I've been compelled to slay

No matter where I go
No matter where I stay
I always come back
California
No matter where I go
No matter where I stay
I gotta get back
California

Another life lost in the City of Angels
Where blood and money collide
No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels
Where evil calls home and dreams come to die
Another dream dies in the City of Angels
Where blood and money collide
No mercy for the weak in the City of Angels
Where evil calls home and dreams come to die

Constant fights on concrete battlefields
Wage war on the boulevard
This is the hell I call my home
And I'm home with the evil at heart

Trapped inside
Trapped inside a world I've sculpted with others' pain
Built upon
Built upon the bodies I've been compelled to slay

No matter where I go
No matter where I stay
I always come back
California
No matter where I go
No matter where I stay
I gotta get back
California

Another life lost in the City of Angels
Where blood and money collide
No rest for the wicked in the City of Angels
Where evil calls home and dreams come to die

Check, check
Ha-ha-ha
Back again and again
Fine, fresh, fierce—we got it on lock
Winds of Plague
From the block to the top
Spin it again, motherfucker

Trapped inside, these demons break through
Through my flesh
My blood—it runs blue
Born and raised
My birthplace
We roll in packs like a superior race
Manifest Destiny, a joke to me
Go back where you came from or you'll answer to me
Cali sun got me tan like Iraq
Executively executed, I'll be back