Catalina

(альбом: Dead Tracks, Vol. 2 - 2019)

My room's a mess and I don't care
I'm tired of ah, sitting at my desk
You can't bother me
Man, I'm far away
I got to get away to the Catalina [?]
You can't ruin my day
You can't tell me what to do
And you cannot make me think that I love you

Shoot it in your arm, you can't hurt me
I'm on my way to Catalina
I'm not going to read your books
My tank's full of squid, it's getting light

And you whores, you can't make me want
I got all the fish I need on the deck of my boat
You can't break my heart when I'm here
Long swim home for your cute little

I'll steal some gas
And fix my motor
Turn on my Beatles tape
And get you out of my head

Ah yes, here I am, far away from you
The only fish that I smell is on the deck of my boat
You know I really want to go
But I can't read Matt's writing
[?] scotch tape
Looks like I'm stuck here

But I'll steal some gas
Fix my motor
Break out some MOD
And get you out of my head
Get you out of my head

Ah, head