Song parody of
There Is No God in California
by Ethan Avila
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I can see it now
Me and you
Gliding along the beach
We are breathing out
A cleaner youth
Before we inhale the bleach
Smoke in the air
Trapped inside our atmosphere
Those billionaires
Laugh into a new career
There is no God in California
They died a long, long time ago
So please don't say I didn't warn ya
You'll end up somewhere down below
No governor
Is made of gold
The taxes fly
No stable goal
Just gets hotter
Don't migrate
Don't migrate
No no no
No more water
Dehydrate
There is no God in California
They died a long, long time ago
So please don't say I didn't warn ya
You'll end up somewhere down below
Just a little longer
Not to be specific
Falling into water
Called the East Pacific
Over set horizons
No one can get us here
Little isolation
On a moving blue sphere
Making a new island
On a long vacation
Feeling introverted
Getting indications
All of us are homeless
In a sour bread line
Are we left alone here
People in the street die
I can see it now
Me and you
Gliding along the beach
We are breathing out
A cleaner youth
Before we inhale the bleach
Smoke in the air
Trapped inside our atmosphere
Those billionaires
Laugh into a new career
There is no God in California
They died a long, long time ago
So please don't say I didn't warn ya
You'll end up somewhere down below
No governor
Is made of gold
The taxes fly
No stable goal
Just gets hotter
Don't migrate
Don't migrate
No no no
No more water
Dehydrate
There is no God in California
They died a long, long time ago
So please don't say I didn't warn ya
You'll end up somewhere down below
Just a little longer
Not to be specific
Falling into water
Called the East Pacific
Over set horizons
No one can get us here
Little isolation
On a moving blue sphere
Making a new island
On a long vacation
Feeling introverted
Getting indications
All of us are homeless
In a sour bread line
Are we left alone here
People in the street die
