Letra da Música A Dream de Faxed Head

185 miles to sacramento
186 to san francisco
210 to hollywood
Hundres of miles to anything good

We are trapped, we cannot mature
Cannot leave, that's for sure
Only death can lift us out
Of this town and its stagnant gout

I've got to get out of this hospice
And there's only one real way
I would sniff glue but they've taken it away

Can't run and my wheelchair's too slow
Long for a hit from a poisoned arrow
Call a local a "fag" is the only way to die
Wheel me out on the street so i can try