Southern California in the ’80s

I don't need to hear your life story

I just want to talk about Southern California in the Eighties

In the years before you and I were born

Silk-Screened onto t-shirts and sold

I'm thinking we're the ones that got old

You'll take your time

And safely arrive to forty-eight of the fifty U.S. states

Sharing space, in someone else's backseat for now

Sharing spaces for now

You see we've payed a deposit

And I've waited all day

For an unfamiliar face to have something good to say

But I don't need to hear your life story

I just want to talk about Southern California in the Eighties

So what would it take for you to walk away

And throw aluminum cans into a clear plastic bag?

It's hot outside

You could save our lives