California - Quasi

Life is full life is grey
At its best it's just OK
But I'm happy to report
Life is also short
So I find myself back in California
I'm a coolie for the tourists
Those happy Epicureans
Evil spectres from my own suburban upbring
As I reveal points of interest
I can chat so pleasantly
But it's hard to be cheerful
When you feel so hopeless
And there's no reason for this dark mood
It will pass it will return
But will I ever learn
And the children of privilege
Begging for my spare change
Do they need my assistance
To purchase their intoxicants
Or would they best be served a swift kick
Slowly sinking in the vast
Ambivalent sea of California