Disciples Of California

When I die let me be a ghost
Let me be a ghost
Let me haunt the shore
So I can still watch Rosa dance
While Lenore sleeps on the floor

Howling for blood
We bathe in the flood
Of sunlight on the water
But take good care of your
Lovers and friends
Disciples of California

When there's nowhere to get high
Beach skies turn bleak
Out on the twisted California streets
Kissing Rosa's tear-stained cheeks

Howling for blood
We bathe in the flood
Of sunlight on the water
But take good care of your
Lovers and friends
Disciples of California