I come from the valley of the sun,
To be the passionate one to be the passionate one,
I come from the valley of the sun,
To be the passionate one to be the passionate one,
To the shores of California where the girls and boys might warn ya,
Just to run, yeah they'll say just to run,
I slither through each morning disregarding all these warnings,
Urging ghosts and goblins out from the floor,
Cause only scary ones like me with skeletons they need to feed,
Will follow through and bother asking for more,
Ooooh...
Ooooh...
I trip and I fall into the radio hall,
Where the nervous ones discover themselves,
And all the jaded ones cry and tell their bitter selves lies,
That they've got years of life left on the shelves,
I trickle on down to the burial ground where the lost are all found,
And the souls in their mounds all resound with the sound,
Of ground down memorabilia, and feel ya,
And desecrate the ones who get near ya,
So you gotta get away from their unfortunate malaise,
Or your songs will not play will not play will not play will not play will not play will not play will not play...
Ooooh...
Ooooh...
All the ghouls and goblins come outta the floor...
I come from the valley of the sun,
To be the passionate one to be the passionate one,
To the shores of California where the girls and boys might warn ya,
Just to run, yeah they'll say just to run,
I slither through each morning disregarding all these warnings,
Urging ghosts and goblins out from the floor,
Cause only scary ones like me with skeletons they need to feed,
Will follow through and bother asking for more...

KORREKTUREN ÃœBERMITTELN