Bakersfield Lyrics

I won't go back to Bakersfield
My friend died there, I loved him too much
Incompetence, tubes and wires
Indifference, fools and liars
Aggravate, regulate, resuscitate
suffocated him

While Scully danced over the airwaves
Scully danced over the airwaves

I won't go back to Bakersfield
My friend died there, I loved him too much
Wrinkled young men are shuffling along like
dirty grey ghosts wearing fitted soiled sheets
on a wet mirage street
looking for green gangrenous feet
that will lead them to liquor stores
or unemployment offices
grunt work and whores
or unenjoyment offices
In the morning they gurgle out of
spoiled rancid visions and cabbage pods

They have one mission only
because their kind are lonely
cross the border, take us over, make us over
rake us over the coals

While Scully surfs over the heatwaves
Scully skips over the new graves

Crusty skinned phantoms
pocked-marked and drifting
like the shifting pallid sand hereDaniel Amos - Bakersfield - http://motolyrics.com/daniel-amos/bakersfield-lyrics.html
beneath their tendrils
These down-payment dreamers
of small flat-roofed houses
and harsh vacant lots full of milkweed and dust
stinkbugs and rust
animal excrement
and murder evidence
They built an air conditioned mall there
against sand paper winds blowing out of the west
famous for their coffee and mudpie
flamingoes pink, and pinkeye,
Merle Haggard, corn dog batter, shoots and ladders
all in tatters now

While Scully hangs over the freeways
Scully's ignoring the new age

I won't go back to Bakersfield
My friend died there, I loved him too much
See the nomads wandering in the desert moonlight
the Chosen Ones moving like great ancient turtles
They're going in circles with their holy referrals
eating manna from Wendy's
and God is with them
but I won't be there
God is with them
but I won't be there
though it's the same as any other place,
there's too much smog around my face
and I won't cry there
no I won't die there

While Scully danced over the airwaves....