The Pines

I don't care what people say, I can't be satisfied Pushing paper, taking orders now until I die Running through the pines Baby's by my side So your daddy thinks we're lazy, he's preoccupied By the voices on the radio that tell him lies Why take his advice? No one leaves alive Towering tinsel, palms shining up in the sky (in the California sky) Towering tinsel, palms shining up in the sky (in the California sky) Towering tinsel, I'm so high I'm passing by Running through the pines Baby's by my side