San Francisco

Lyrics: Jules Apollinaire/Natalie Findlay/Remy Bond Music: Jules Apollinaire/Natalie Findlay/Remy Bond Producer: Jules Apollinaire It's just the American dream It cannot be that bad Chamomile and ketamine Shouldn't make you sad Throw the money on the table All the things I got for free San Francisco's callin', honey Promise you won't wait for me Promise I'll be home But maybe not alone I'm not what everyone seems I cannot be that mad Crisis and Vanity You don't know what's best for me so I took the money off the table You made a rebel out of me San Francisco's callin', honey But it's not what it used to be And it's not where you want to be San Francisco's calling, I'll be Lеaving you in the morning, I'll be Godspeed without warning becausе Nothing matters much to me Nothing matters much to me Nothing matters much to me I was on the way to San Francisco When I heard you named your baby after my favorite cigarette I lit one up to the lost cause and said a prayer for the Chelsea girls Thought about the end of the world Remembering our suburban wasteland The forgotten negligee It hanged on the back of my Harley on a hot summer's day Doing shots of Jack Daniel's while you let me cut your hair We set fire to the UFOs Sent nudes to our rock and roll heroes Don't you want to be a richer man? Don't you know I'm Ziggy's biggest fan? I took the money off the table You made a rebel all out of me San Francisco's callin', honey But it's not what it used to be So promise you will wait for me San Francisco's calling San Francisco's calling Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Da-da-da-da-da-da-da Programming: Jules Apollinaire Vocals: Remy Bond