Weed, California
We jump out of the van like we can walk stagnant off
Kick dust on our shoes to prove our worth

Falling off the deep end
Calling the songs our friends

Lady Godiva driving naked as the crows over Cowshwitz
Her fries and her Coke tipping over

Driving off the deep end
Calling the cops her friends

I heard you say you'd strip down the strip
Sun baked, giddy, homing
You said that dead land keeps you awake
Alive as Lady Godiva
Alive as Lady Godiva

Weed, California
Lost in a sea of tube top Lady Godivas
The sun and the road tipping over

Laughing off the Cowshwitz crows
Shaking off our clothes
I heard you say you'd strip down the strip
Sun baked, giddy, homing
You said that dead land keeps you awake
Alive as Lady Godiva
Alive as Lady Godiva