It's New Year's Eve
And California's gonna kill you soon
The Barstow boys
Bug eyes in the shadow of the moon
Black houses in the hills and roadside haunts
Dying for a place to fall apart
Who knew what you could learn to live without
Mother Mary's lying in your mouth, now
Back home the kitchen's warm with Christmas wine
And every girl has got an axe to grind
You live to look for hell, man
But you're far from the hard light tonight
So quietly we lost another year
The desert put a babbler in your ear
He will find a way to not miss you again
Barstow boys all spit into the wind
Back home the hammer always has to fall
Cross is barely hanging on the wall
Some day I know you'll never leave me
But we're far from the hard light tonight