Suddenly, you're gazing down the zombie's point of origin Send your drugs to the past There's a quite miraculous true tale that's underneath it all That you left in the trash
The glasses left behind beside the rations Reflect the ugly truth best left unmentioned
And the state of California switches off its radio Send your booze to the past You will miss it so when you find there's no pianissimo Taken down in a flash
Territory of romance within a motel's living space Send your sex to the past Heavy influence upon me, like a gun shoved in my face He was always the last