I am from Salinas
where the women go forever,
and they never ever stop to ask why.
My mother was a saviour
of six foot of bad behaviour,
with long blonde curly hair down to her thigh.
Oh my mother!
Oh my friends!
Ask the angels
"Will I ever see heaven again"?
Late into the evening
they would take each other screaming,
looking darkly to the back of her eyes.
A careless beast was bleating
that the air behind was dreaming,
that they musn't ever look up to the sky.
There no answers.
There are found.
Ask the angels
"Am I heaven-bound"?
Mmmm put it down to me:
I, who speak awkwardly.
Any word if it is heard is not intended to be,
not for him, not for her
and not for them and not for me.
Oh and that gun will turn
before the sun starts to burn.
Understand!
Mmmm when the clouds roll in
and we start paying for our sins,
with a gun in my hand
and the son at my shoulder,
believe I will run
before that boy gets older.
Oh and that gun will turn
before the sun starts to burn.
Understand!
O and that gun will turn
before the sun starts to burn.
Understand!
I am from Salinas
where the women go forever,
and they never ever stop to ask why.
My mother she's a saviour
of six foot of bad behaviour,
with long blonde curly hair down to her thigh.
Oh my mother!
Oh my friends!
Ask the angels
"Will I ever see heaven again"?
"Will I ever see heaven again"?
"Will I ever see heaven again"?
Punish them all for they speak too much.
Hate the world what it did to us.
Will I ever see heaven again?
