| Oh California have your boundaries | |
| One of them is a line you did not draw | |
| Much like the state of our existence | |
| Is the difference between what the sheep and saw | |
| Shaped by shapers | |
| I should of spite them | |
| I still end up on the cutting board | |
| The truth is always in and around us | |
| And the doing becomes the dying when ignored | |
| When ignored [x5] | |
| Sometimes it's the brain that brings the poison | |
| Sometimes something else is behind the wheel | |
| Whatever it is wants to keep on driving | |
| And he let it little as you feel | |
| But the birds don't give a damn about the markets | |
| And the buildings they all come down in time | |
| The truth is always everneath the garden | |
| Imperfection perfectly out of line | |
| Out of line [x5] | |
| Let's get well | |
| Let's get well | |
| Let's get well | |
| Let's get well |