So you come from the city
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you got big city money to spend,
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I don't want your big city money
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in my town my friend,
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you don't appreciate it
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you want to appropriate it,
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and make a profit turn
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you heard it through the grapevine
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or read it in a magazine,
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you're living in a hell hole
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and somewhere far away
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has a national ranking
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and you start thinking
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"How could they be wrong?"
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Southern California
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star where you are!
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We don't want vacation homes
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and a garage for every car,
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you planted seeds in the desert
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you stole your water from afar,
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new Southern California
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stay where you are!
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you had enough of the hustle and bustle
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that delivered you to success,
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but you need that Neiman Marcus
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and you can't go long without
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all the amenities that
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made it such a mess
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you want to bring it with you
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Southern California
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look how you sprawl!
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you're addicted to construction
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you will consume us all
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so if you want to make my town
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look like L.A. you might as well
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just stay right where you are
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Cobra Skullifornia
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| Cobra Skulls |
