Racing Days - West Coast Women Lyrics

West coast women f*cking with my head
Always trying to trick me into bed
Then they say they wish that I were dead
West coast women f*cking with my head
Gonna take you to the observatory
Griffith Park, I'm feeling like James Dean
Staring at projected stars with me
Learn their names and navigate the sea
I'll find a boat while you just find some beer
Sail back to my coast where the sky is clear
Point out constellations on the pier
I will never get you out of here
West coast women
West coast women
West coast women
West coast
West coast women, f*cking with my head
West coast women, trick me into bed
West coast women, your skin never gets red!
West coast women, forget what I just said
West Hollywood ain't much like Dublin
Sky was gray and no one gave a shit
About cappuccinos or freeway traffic
Was there a point?
Well, I must have missed it
Glasnevin, was where my shoes got wet
Kerry farmhouse, where you lost a bet
Thomas St. sidewalk, covered in shit
What would you know about any of it?
West coast living, drove me off my head
West coast living, won't go back again
West coast living, I lost something there
West coast living, Hollywood can burn for all I care