Prominent Metaphysicians of South Pomona

Mohawk Dan is sleeping in the park off Holt and Garey
He is staying out of trouble
Till his fractured ulna heals
There's gonna be a party
At the travel lodge on Mission
He says he's gonna try and make it
It depends on how he feels
And we are all heading out
All putting on the brave face
We are all heading home
Into the incandescent heart of this place
Sandy's in the Dodge Dart
And the tags ran out in April
She tries to keep it local
But she's the only car we've got
She wants to move to San Francisco
Everybody's gonna move to San Francisco
With a bottleneck near Ventura
We're one great communal blood clot
And we're all heading out
All putting on the brave face
We are all heading home
Into the incandescent light of this place
Three of us are dead
Two of us are missing
One's been sent to Utah
One's joined the catholic church
There's a California condor, hungry as an orphan
Dark eyes scanning through our ranks
Hunched up on his perch
And we are all heading out
All putting on the brave face
We are all heading home
Into the incandescent night of this place