Desperate sale of the soul by the side of the road, in the burning gaslight.
Anthemic pledge to all our dead; He is risen again.
We're at the gates of this revolution.
But I feel jaded, I feel bested. Point this car west.
To California. Lord you know I'm leaving.
Cause I don't care no more.
The awnings of our youth buckle under the weight of the great divide now.
And our flag is dead at the top of its pole yet we want more more more.
Are we to blame for this revolution?
I feel jaded and I feel bested. Lay me to rest.
In California. Lord you know I'm leaving.
Cause I don't care no more
track released April 20, 2011
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