South San Gabriel - Saint Augustine lyrics

Johnson Your gunshots were stuck on repeat Drowning out the quietness that I worked to create So there's you -- you with your manicure And me in my stocking cap in the trunk of your car Oh, to think of the explanations That you will soon conjure up for the reporters With their beady eyes, strapped in pressed jackets With tempermental microphones, and lack of respect And there's you -- you with your car Headed for St. Augustine just as fast as the sun I will see you again