James Rays Gangwar - Santa Susanna

Way down, low down, LA way
I gotta find a dream

I've got to find where the family live
I need to see what they see

Santa Susana, burning you up
Come here and take my hand
Out on the desert, out of my mind
Out on the white highway
Puffing up the grass of my 65 brothers
I start to find my way

Santa Susana, you're starting to move
Come here and take my hand

Hand full of sufferiges, a head full of sin
Move to the city one day
With some born-again junky and his armour of gold, I'm gonna sell his soul

Santa Susana, you're coming in close
You've got something to lose

Suicide sister, me in white
Someday you'll find a way
You talk about your weapons and the beauty of it all
Some say you take it that way

Santa Susana, you're looking strange
Could it be the flowers in your hair?

Out in the desert, into my mind
I'm on God's highway
Picking up the pieces with my sisters and my brothers
I think of you this day

Santa Susana, you're moving me now
Come back and see me some day