I won't go back to Bakersfield My friend died there, I loved him too much Incompetence, tubes and wires Indifference, fools and liars Aggravate, regulate, resuscitate suffocated him While Scully danced over the airwaves Scully danced over the airwaves I won't go back to Bakersfield My friend died there, I loved him too much Wrinkled young men are shuffling along like dirty grey ghosts wearing fitted soiled sheets on a wet mirage street looking for green gangrenous feet that will lead them to liquor stores or unemployment offices grunt work and who*es or unenjoyment offices In the morning they gurgle out of spoiled rancid visions and cabbage pods They have one mission only because their kind are lonely cross the border, take us over, make us over rake us over the coals While Scully surfs over the heatwaves Scully skips over the new graves Crusty skinned phantoms pocked-marked and drifting like the shifting pallid sand here beneath their tendrils These down-payment dreamers of small flat-roofed houses and harsh vacant lots full of milkweed and dust stinkbugs and rust animal excrement and murder evidence They built an air conditioned mall there against sand paper winds blowing out of the west famous for their coffee and mudpie flamingoes pink, and pinkeye, Merle Haggard, corn dog batter, shoots and ladders all in tatters now While Scully hangs over the freeways Scully's ignoring the new age I won't go back to Bakersfield My friend died there, I loved him too much See the nomads wandering in the desert moonlight the Chosen Ones moving like great ancient turtles They're going in circles with their holy referrals eating manna from Wendy's and God is with them but I won't be there God is with them but I won't be there though it's the same as any other place, there's too much smog around my face and I won't cry there no I won't die there While Scully danced over the airwaves....