California Gold Lyrics
| Song | California Gold |
| Artist | The Holy Guile |
| Album | OG |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Too soon | |
| Too soon | |
| The angels lifted you | |
| Far too many have cursed your name | |
| unaware of the path you’ve paved | |
| small minds and smaller hearts | |
| know jack shit about The Lucker Stomp | |
| Carry on carry on | |
| Maybe gone but not forgotten | |
| Pass the torch to light it up | |
| There’s no time to bleed | |
| when you only live once | |
| Lifted is the medicine when God is the drug | |
| Disengage give up the rage | |
| rip out the pages | |
| those thoughts are contagious | |
| Break away | |
| keep your head in the clouds | |
| but don’t forget to pay respect | |
| to The Black Crown | |
| For the families who mourn our king | |
| Rest in peace and harmony (we sing) | |
| Too soon | |
| Too soon | |
| The angels lifted you | |
| Doesn’t matter if it maybe goes unanswered | |
| Think about it is it the sky that’s cancer? | |
| Hands of the clock are the hands of the killer | |
| and they cease to exist when you pity a coward | |
| When its me you know I spit it right back at you | |
| step inside a photograph, destruction of a statue | |
| Eyes sewn shut to the weight of the world | |
| Does the green monster even carry any value |
| Too soon | |
| Too soon | |
| The angels lifted you | |
| Far too many have cursed your name | |
| unaware of the path you' ve paved | |
| small minds and smaller hearts | |
| know jack shit about The Lucker Stomp | |
| Carry on carry on | |
| Maybe gone but not forgotten | |
| Pass the torch to light it up | |
| There' s no time to bleed | |
| when you only live once | |
| Lifted is the medicine when God is the drug | |
| Disengage give up the rage | |
| rip out the pages | |
| those thoughts are contagious | |
| Break away | |
| keep your head in the clouds | |
| but don' t forget to pay respect | |
| to The Black Crown | |
| For the families who mourn our king | |
| Rest in peace and harmony we sing | |
| Too soon | |
| Too soon | |
| The angels lifted you | |
| Doesn' t matter if it maybe goes unanswered | |
| Think about it is it the sky that' s cancer? | |
| Hands of the clock are the hands of the killer | |
| and they cease to exist when you pity a coward | |
| When its me you know I spit it right back at you | |
| step inside a photograph, destruction of a statue | |
| Eyes sewn shut to the weight of the world | |
| Does the green monster even carry any value |
| Too soon | |
| Too soon | |
| The angels lifted you | |
| Far too many have cursed your name | |
| unaware of the path you' ve paved | |
| small minds and smaller hearts | |
| know jack shit about The Lucker Stomp | |
| Carry on carry on | |
| Maybe gone but not forgotten | |
| Pass the torch to light it up | |
| There' s no time to bleed | |
| when you only live once | |
| Lifted is the medicine when God is the drug | |
| Disengage give up the rage | |
| rip out the pages | |
| those thoughts are contagious | |
| Break away | |
| keep your head in the clouds | |
| but don' t forget to pay respect | |
| to The Black Crown | |
| For the families who mourn our king | |
| Rest in peace and harmony we sing | |
| Too soon | |
| Too soon | |
| The angels lifted you | |
| Doesn' t matter if it maybe goes unanswered | |
| Think about it is it the sky that' s cancer? | |
| Hands of the clock are the hands of the killer | |
| and they cease to exist when you pity a coward | |
| When its me you know I spit it right back at you | |
| step inside a photograph, destruction of a statue | |
| Eyes sewn shut to the weight of the world | |
| Does the green monster even carry any value |
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