Slab City

You don't like my story. You don't like my song. I guess I never did belong. Adios amigo. I say, so long. I'm going to Slab City. You told me that we're insane, the angel and devil in my brain. There's only one place that frees us - East Jesus. I don't think I can stay afloat. I need somewhere remote - maybe, Slab City. What's left of my life, it ain't pretty. I'll be on my way to Slab City. The sun's so hot, I'm gonna drop, but salvation's coming. I won't stop 'til I get to the mountain top in Slab City.