Pink - Gone to California текст песни

Goin to California
To live in the Summer Sun
The streets are made of silver
I'm like a rabbit on the runPhiladelphia Freedom
Well its not like you have heard
The city of Brotherly Love
Is full of pain and hurtI'm going to California
To find my pot of gold
Corruption on every corner
Hustlers selling sweets
Baby is home cryin
While her Mama is on the streets
Everybodys dyinHave you heard the news today?
A woman in North Philly is mourning
The bullet took another son awayGoin to California, yes
To ressurect my soul
The sun is always shining
Or at least thats what im toldGoin to California
Theres a better life for me
Goin to California
I'll write and tell you what i seeGoin to California
Somebody say a prayer for me