A cigarette delinquent gets high on a brittle night Shitty beer in the backseat of a rolling dumpster fire I'm on my knees in the front seat the doors are locked up tight So I pray to Santa Anna to bless me up just right Ooooh oooh ooh Ooooh oooh ooh Is it natural, ooh-ooh Is it natural, ooh-ooh Is it natural, ooh-ooh To find yourself with no direction home Ooh-ooh Ooh-ooh No amount of braking can slow the crash of time So I pray to Santa Anna to hold me while I die Is it natural, ooh-ooh Is it natural, ooh-ooh Is it natural, ooh-ooh To find yourself with no direction home