tell june gloom i ll see her soon i ve got two lungs filled with smog and this bo kimble sort of heart cause there s an actor signing laws instead of autographs and i m stuck in a rut between an ass and an elephant we vote for things we don t believe we build a wall to keep them out cause we hate aliens raise high that wall till we can t see out we re locking ourselves in a broken home ith a three car garage and every california dream is just an earthquake or a fancy mirage from small pox and guns ya basta to la cienega slums basta ya now our votes are at fault ya basta can i get a witness amen live and let live basta ya then tax more the rich ya basta till your borders mean shit basta ya enough already