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"Berkeley To Bakersfield" (2014)

Torches And Pitchforks lyrics - Cracker

We will fight you from the mountains
And we will fight you in the streets
And we will fight you in the valleys
You cannot take what isn't yours

And we will fight your goons and lawyers
And we will fight your Pinkertons
And we will fight your bought off Congressmen
You cannot take what isn't yours

[CHORUS:]
So la da da
Da da da da da da da
La da da da
Da da da da da da da
La da da da da da da

And we will take you from your mansions
We'll burn your towers to the ground
And you will reap the whirlwind that you've sown
You cannot take what isn't yours

[REPEAT CHORUS]

We will fight you from the mountains
And we will fight you in the streets
And we will fight you from the valleys
You cannot take what isn't yours

You cannot take what isn't yours

March Of The Billionaires lyrics - Cracker

Get into line, stop talking back, meet the new boss
We'll take what you got, we'll sell it all back to you

Give up your rights, your most private thoughts, don't make us label you some kind of luddites
It's better for us, therefore it's better for you

Isn't this the same old shit they tell you as they march us to the rice fields? (Yeah!)
Isn't this the same old shit, a bright and better future for the rubber barons?

[CHORUS:]
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Life's good for the billionaires
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Three cheers for the billionaires
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Damn it feels good to be a billionaire
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Don't you wish you were a billionaire?

Get into line, your poverty brings us all progress
Stop asking back, we're richer and smarter than you

Or risk a body check from Mr Kruschev, under the Gogolplex
Put your head on a pike, we'll stick it outside the city gates

Isn't this the same old shit they tell you as they march in to the rice fields?
Isn't this the same old shit, a bright and better future for the rubber baron?

[CHORUS:]
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Life's good as a billionaire
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Three cheers for the billionaires
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Damn it feels good to be a billionaire
Na na na na, na na na na, na na na
Don't you wish you were a billionaire?

Beautiful lyrics - Cracker

[CHORUS:]
If you haven't heard it
If you don't know it
If you don't think it
You are beautiful

Saw you working at the coffee shop
Saw you walking down Telegraph
Pink mohawk and Doc Marten boots
Don't you know that you're beautiful?

Let's buy a record at Rasputin's
Let's see a show at Gilbert Street
An anarchists' rally at People's Park
Don't you know you're beautiful?

[CHORUS:]
If you don't know it
If you haven't heard it
If you don't think it
You are beautiful

[CHORUS:]
If you come to doubt it
If you don't feel it
If you haven't heard it
You are beautiful

[REPEAT BREAK]

Now you own your own coffee shop
Punk rock shows at matinees
You got a little house west of San Pablo
Don't you know you're still beautiful?

Two teenagers with blue Mohawks
Working at the local fruit co-op
Everything's different but nothing has changed
Don't you know that you're beautiful?

[CHORUS:]
If you don't know it
If you haven't heard it
If you don't think it
You are beautiful

[CHORUS:]
If you come to doubt it
If you don't feel it
If you haven't heard it
You are beautiful

Don't you know that you're beautiful
Don't you know that you're beautiful

El Comandante lyrics - Cracker

El Comanante,
Your daughter she's so fine
El Comanante,
It's just a bag of weed

[CHORUS:]
Now you and I don't see eye to eye
But we really should put this behind us
No you don't want to make your daughter cry
El Comandante,

We were down in Piedmont Park
El Comandante,
Told us it was herbal tea

[REPEAT CHORUS]

You were young once
And you were foolish
How am I so different
Now I don't look it but
I'm a stand up guy

El Comandante,
El Comandante,
It's just a bag of weed

El Cerrito lyrics - Cracker

Walking down the street in San Francisco just the other day
Wondering what has happened to the freaks and hippies and the punks
Everybody's squeaky clean, they look and dress and act the same
I don't give a shit about your IPO I live in El Cerrito

Mama took the Alameda Transit bus to work each day
All the way down San Pablo, thirty years a Naval base
Never heard her once complain about taking public transportation
You should ride the city bus just like the rest of us in El Cerrito

[CHORUS:]
Do do do do do do do do do do
Do do do do do do do do do
El Cerrito

Pink moustached taxi cabs, don't you know that they're just scabs
Union busting, techie uber alles, I said it
Bullshit claims to change the world, making Wall Street bankers even richer (richer, richer, richer)
El Cerrito's got its problems but we don't pick pockets of the working man

Papa was an engineer, worked at Hewlett Packard
Dumbarton Bridge two times a day then lost his job and pension
We would go and visit him in bars in Jack London Square
I don't give a shit about your IPO I come from El Cerrito

[REPEAT CHORUS x2]

If there is a lesson from this story to be learned
It's not exactly what you think, you shouldn't be concerned
It's not that we don't like the rich, it's simply that we think this kind is boring
Everybody thinks and acts the same that's why I live in El Cerrito

[REPEAT CHORUS x2]

Ooooh

Reaction lyrics - Cracker

Saw you standing at McArthur Station
Saw you talking to your new boyfriend
But you know my reaction has nothing to do with you

[CHORUS:]
You know it's not my problem if you're not over me
You know it's not my problem if you still that I still care
You know it's not my problem if you see it differently
You've got your life, I've got my life, girl don't you think, it's time for you to move along
Girl don't you think, it's time for you to move along

You were waiting for the doors to open
Gilbert [?] union show
But you know my reaction has nothing to do with you

[REPEAT CHORUS]

But you know my reaction has nothing to do with you

You Got Yourself Into This lyrics - Cracker

You got yourself into this
Now get yourself out
You got yourself into this
Now get yourself out

You shine like a diamond deep in a coma
We can't keep away from you
You took your advantage, you made it perfectly
Baby don't you try to act so innocent

You got yourself into this, it was your idea
No-one forced you to come along
You took charge, making plans, telling us what to do
You got yourself into this
You got yourself into this
Now get yourself out
You got yourself into this
Now get yourself out

Shines like a diamond, treated like a dead? drop?
Setting up secret rendezvous each night
Burnt? like a hard? call?, keep it in the state? room
Meet me in the Oakland Airport Holiday Inn

You got yourself into this

You got yourself into this
Now get yourself out
You got yourself into this
Now get yourself out
Get yourself out
Get yourself out

Life In The Big City lyrics - Cracker

Life in the big city, let's get dirty now
Life in the big city,

I've got billions, I've got minions
Dance [?]
I've got jet planes, my own doctors
Secret bank accounts in Switzerland

I've got Russians in the corner
Taking care of my worst problems
I've got women, yeah dominatrix
But see you in the churchyard Sunday

Life in the big city, let's get dirty now
Life in the big city, wooh! Let's get dirty now
Life in the big city, wooh! Let's get dirty

I've got mansions in the Hamptons
I've got a high-rise in mid-town Manhattan
I've got tax breaks in San Francisco
For? the link? back into the Mayor's pack

I've got think tanks and academics
Telling you what's good for me is good for you
I feel better when we get dirty
See you in the church on Sunday

That's life in the big city girl, what did you expect?
That's life in the big city girl, ain't no boy scouts here
That's life in the (that's life in the) big city girl (big city girl), it ain't pretty
That's life in the (that's life in the) big city girl (big city girl), aaaahhh come on come on come on come on
Come on come on come on come on

Life in the big city, let's get dirty now
Life in the big city, wooh! Let's get dirty now
Life in the big city, wooh! Let's get dirty now
Life in the big city, wooh! Let's get dirty now

Waited My Whole Life lyrics - Cracker

I don't pick up pennies, I don't knock on wood
Step on the cracks a little more than I should
Lucky it ain't nothin' now I got you

I don't cross fingers behind my back
And I don't mind dark cats crossing my path
Silly superstitions don't mean a thing

[CHORUS:]
One way of another
We were meant to be together
I waited my whole life
Just to be with you
I know it sounds crazy, but listen to me baby
I swear that it's true
I've waited my whole life
Just to be with you

I like your smile, get lost in your face
The sound of your feet across the floor of my place
Make y'self at home, come settle on in

The way you wake up with your hair all a mess
Driving me crazy girl, I just confess
If there's a fault, I can't find it with you

[REPEAT CHORUS]

(Just to be with you)
(Just to be with you)
(Aaaaaaaaaah)

(Just to be with you) One way or another
(Just to be with you) We were meant to be together
(Aaaah) I waited my whole life just to be with you

California Country Boy lyrics - Cracker

Ain't no palm trees where I come from
No big waves crashing on the shore
No grid-locked traffic, no movie stars, no
In the part of California I come from

We got oil fields in the Central Valley
We cowboys out in the Mojave
Selena Valley, yeah where I come from
We got farms, far as the eye can see

[CHORUS:]
Now I got good friends out in Texas
And I got family in Tennessee
But this here country boy's from California
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Ain't no place I'd rather be

From Pasa Robles to the Owens Valley
From Manchester on down the Salton Sea
It's where I pick this guitar, it's where I write these songs
Ain't no place that I'd rather be

[CHORUS:]
Yeah I got good friends out in Texas
And I got family in Tennessee
But this here country boy's from California
Ain't no place I'd rather be
Ain't no place I'd rather be

Ain't no palm trees, ain't no movie stars
In the part of California I come from

Almond Grove lyrics - Cracker

Said goodbye to Miss Jenny, sleeping on a subway grate
Say goodbye to all the ladies, waiting for the tricks to show
Got a hundred dollars, more than I need to score
Got a hundred dollars, just enough to get me home

[Chorus:]
Yeah I'm going back home, to the cotton fields
To the almond groves, to the old homestead
See my Ma and Pa, my big brother Jack
He went to Kandahar, but he never come back

Came from Maricopa, had no family left
Worked at Port of Oakland, fell in with the narco set
Ended up a junkie, living in my brother's car
Don't shed a tear for me, home ain't so far

[Chorus]

No he never come back

International boulevard, ladies don't you weep and moan
I've gone to a better place off the dirty streets
Mr Patel, won't you send my ashes home?
Spread 'em in the old family almond grove

[Chorus 2x]

Gonna see him now.

King Of Bakersfield lyrics - Cracker

I got a double wide in my own merlot vineyard
I got plenty of space to park my dually truck
I never have to deal with LA traffic
life is good they call me the king of Bakersfield

I work from dusk to dawn for paramount pictures
set carpenter and all around handy man
back in Bakersfield I got a sinaloan beauty
Life is good they call me king of bakersfield

We got wide open spaces
for my friends to come drink beer
we got a stage in the back with band
two stepping all night long

I got some motorcycle riding neighbors
we never have no trouble round here
all my friends say I live like a king in Bakersfield

Do what you want if you ain't hurting no one
Ain't nobody’s business how you live your life
I'm a red state union man from California
Life is good they call me king of Bakersfield

Where Have Those Days Gone lyrics - Cracker

Took a trip to California to see where those old days are gone
And the girl that went with them - curiosity, that's all I swear I swear
In Mendocino County thought I saw Thomas Pinchen at the end of the bar
But that's just Rob Brezsny writing his real astrology column

Headed up the coast with my only Jewish Mexican friend
Found a bar in Arcadia it was the means to an end
In the alley for a smoke got beat up by some arian goons
Lying in my blood I said hey Juan does this mean I'm gringo

Where have those days gone
Where have those days gone
Where have those days gone

So we crawled towards the ocean through brambles of olallieberry thorns
While blue lights they flailed, sirens wailed, we were ripped and we were torn
Don't know why we were hiding, never could make that girl wanna stay
It made sense to a man, it's curiosity that's all I swear

"Sunrise In The Land Of Milk And Honey" (2009)