Lyrics In the Country - The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band

In the Country

San Francisco is dead
In LA no one’s on the street
Let’s go off on our own
In the country
All our friends will be there
No one will give us a hard time
We can make it all along
In the country
Spark is locked away
Brown is in jail again
Any minute the man
will bust us
All world upside down
Gives a medal for killing
Now I’m some kind of freak
For wanting changes
San Francisco is dead
In LA no one’s on the street
Let’s go off on our own
In the country