Santa Monica

Well I remember, you used to say that you want a revolution someday
Well funny how you forget
Cause I remember you'd be tied down and screaming
And I was this bad boy who never listened
No one hurts more than the man who won't believe it
And you go down after all this
Well I remember you'd be tied down and screaming

Santa Monica, put up your hands
We surrounded your promised land
The British army, waiting for command
Santa Monica you've got no chance

And the day was blood red
After all these men go to their beds
And you wish they're back well
Well I remember you'd be tied down and screaming

Santa Monica, put up your hands
We surrounded your promised land
The British army, waiting for command
Santa Monica you've got no chance

And the day ends with sound
All horizons go out with the ground
And you wish you're back well
Well I remember you'd be tied down and screaming

Santa Monica, put up your hands
We surrounded your promised land
The British army, waiting for command
Santa Monica you've got no chance

And the day was
And the day ends
And the day ends
Yeah and the day ends when you're tied down and screaming

Santa Monica, put up your hands
We surrounded your promised land
The British army, waiting for command
Santa Monica you've got no chance
you've got no chance