Heading down the highway

California, get high

I can see the long road behind me



Dressed so tight, Saturday night

Mr. Scarecrow, hit the lights

All the pretty girls want a good time



Never gone away

Lost in the bathrooms of my waste

It's piled up inside

Somebody knocking at the door



One, one, one, nine



Heading down the highway

California, dreams of big time

Horror business



Beautiful brown eyes

Blue eyes, green eyes, her eyes



Dressed so tight, Mr. Saturday Night

Hollywood scarecrow loves to fight

All the pretty girls want a good time



Never gone away

Lost in the bathrooms of my waste

It's piled up inside

Somebody knocking at the door



One, one, one, nine



Comatosed and skeletons

Crimson pearls of decadence

Searching for the arrogance

To get me through the innocence

Hanging rainbows storm clouds loom

Witches shelter laugh and boom



I can still hear the music

Can you still hear the music



A thousand miles left to go

Magic breaths of grimple smoke

Pumpkin seeds of fading time

Always us, one, one, one, nine