It's just the American dream
It cannot be that bad
Chamomile and ketamine
Shouldn't make you sad

Throw the money, on the table
All the things I got for free
San Francisco’s callin', honey
Promise you won’t wait for me
Promise I'll be home
But maybe not alone

I'm not what everyone seems
I cannot be that mad
Crisis and Vanity
You don’t know what’s best for me so

I took the money, off the table
You made a rebel out of me
San Francisco’s callin', honey
It’s not what it used to be
And it’s not where you want to be

San Francisco’s callin', I’ll be
Leaving you in the morning, I’ll be
Godspeed without warning because
Nothing matters much to me
Nothing matters much to me
Nothing matters much, to me

I was on my way to San Francisco
When I heard you named your baby after my favorite cigarette
I lit one up to the lost cause and said a prayer for the Chelsea girls
Thought about the end of the world

Remembering our suburban wasteland
The forgotten negligee
It hanged on the back of my Harley on a hot summer’s day
Doing shots of Jack Daniels while you let me cut your hair

We set fire to the UFO’s
Sent nudes to our rock n roll heroes
Don’t you want to be a richer man
Don’t you know I'm Ziggy’s Biggest fan?

I took the money, off the table
You made a rebel all out of me
San Francisco’s callin', honey
It’s not what it used to be
So promise you will wait for me

San Francisco's calling
San Francisco's calling
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