From Bakersfield to Saigon Songtext
von Anne McCue

Stars move bright from the dark side of your moon
Never knew what I would find agains your skin
You seem surprised that the night could ever end
With a quesion mark behind you in the dark

From Bakersfield to Saigon
Everyone′s singing the same old song
It was not meant, it was not meant to be so cruel
From Campbeltown to Beirut
Everyone's hopping to the same old groove
It was not meant, it was not meant to be so cruel

You and me we will always getting high
As the sun came up and made the night alive
You got the kind of itch that you can never scratch
And you cut up many colours we fight to grey


From Bakersfield to Saigon
Everyone′s singing the same old song
It was not meant, it was not meant to be so cruel
From Campbeltown to Beirut
Everyone's hopping into the same old groove
It was not meant, it was not meant to be so cruel

Your a fighter and a secret well fair poet
But the cost of livong hard is dying fast
You make your way through the bars of south L.A.
On a one way street of darkness and decay

From Bakersfield to Saigon
Everyone's singing the same old song
It was not meant, it was not meant to be so cruel
From Campbeltown to Beirut
Everyone′s hopping into the same old groove
It was not meant, it was not meant to be so cruel
It was not meant, it was not meant to be so cruel
It was not meant, it was not meant to be so cruel