He's no Dora back from Bora Bora
Jumps in head first row, the white washed to the shore
And you saw him cannonball, come crashing down the falls
You saw him somersaulting down to the ocean floor
Back to Back got beat down by no shack
He went from swarms to sewers tagging their attack
Without a T-shirt on, phenom-phenomenon
An old white turtleneck leaving Saskatchewan
Through the drug-up empty field of dirt
On leafy branches peeking through
Down the cliffside, dig and drag your feet
Left to dry your soaking socks and shoes
He's a Northern Californian, or so he says
Ended up in Carpenteria 'cause he went the wrong way
Exit Encinitas, in a washed-out seafoam green
T-shirt read, "Jesus Saves" and he was yelling out, "No Valleys"
Boys in poster red shred, hockey equipment 'neath the bed
Swimsuit calendar on the wall, deflated basketball
Limbo says, "You don't know no Jose Conseco"
Got dirty laundry on the floor, got piled up against the door
Through the drug-up empty field of dirt
On leafy branches peeking through
Down the cliffside, dig and drag your feet
Left to dry your soaking socks and shoes
He's a Northern Californian, or so he says
Ended up in Carpenteria 'cause he went the wrong way
Exit Encinitas, in a washed-out seafoam green
T-shirt read, "Jesus Saves" and he was yelling out, "No Valleys"
He's a Northern Californian, or so he says
Ended up in Carpenteria 'cause he went the wrong way
Exit Encinitas, in a washed-out seafoam green
T-shirt read, "Jesus Saves" and he was yelling out, "No Valleys"