Wartime in San Diego

Last week I threw a pie at someone’s Momma

Last night I threw a party for my mind

Last thing I knew that 6:02 was screamin’ over head

Or it might’ve been the’ 11:59

Refrain:

Too many chain-link fences

In the evening,

Too many people shiverin’

In the rain,

They tell me that you finally got around to have your baby,

And it don’t look like I’ll see your face again.

Sometimes I wanna go back north, to Humboldt County-

Sometimes I think I’ll go back east, to see my kin . . .

There’s times I think I almost could be happy,

If I knew you thought about me, now and then