Born and raised in distant lands living beneath the California sand
The only people for me are the mad ones, the ones mad to live,
mad to talk, made to be saved, de serious of everything at the same time,
the ones who never yawn or say a common place thing but burn, burn, burn
like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars
and in the middle you see the blue center light pop and everyone goes awwww.