Buried on the valley floor Costanoan Bones Are getting pounded by our bright new roads We always kick it under the rug Digging deep the roustabouts Recklessly keep driving down Now bottlenecked with no way out I think we might have gone to far All along we had it coming Now grab a coat and get in the car There's nothing left for us in California We gotta move on The winded eucalyptus bend And snapping in a heavy hand The bratty child too fat to fend away the wild dogs And all along we had it coming Now Abaddon is moving quick It's coming down for good in California We finally fucked it up