Coalinga Love Songtext
von Faxed Head

Coalinga knows how to party
Coalinga knows how to party
Unlike the city
Of Avenal
Unlike the city
Of Kettleman City
Unlike the city
City of Kerman
We keep on rocking
From wheelchairs rolling

Let me welcome everybody to the center of the west
The city that′s protected us as if it were a nest
The health care we receive here is the best
Pretty nurses shoot us up with winks suggesting sex
We were born here and died here yet we're still alive
Selling retread tires and colored ice to survive
We clip coupons on the weekend take ′em to the store
Double value on Tuesdays; so you save even more.


I've been in this town since before Taco Bell was serving
Back when the local food left your belly churning
But now we got chains and we're gonna use them
We record tracks in their motherfucking bathroom

It′s all good
For the people in this town
Shut the fuck up,
The sky here isn′t brown
Blow a gasket
As you pass on through
Your car'll never make it
You′ve got some spending to do


Coalinga knows how to party
Coalinga knows how to party
Unlike the city
Of Avenal
Unlike the city
Of Kettleman City
Unlike the city
City of Kerman
We keep on rocking
From wheelchairs rolling
Save us, save us please
Save us save us
Save us save us please
Save us please
Save us, save us please
Save us save us
Save us save us please
Save us please

Out on the streets of Coalinga
We still get stares
You think they'd be used to rockers
In metal wheelchairs
They′ve seen us in the paper
But still they're not all proud
Like that old man who sets his hearing aid too loud
He called the cops when he saw light still on
At Taco Bell at midnight he said he heard a sound
The police showed up and pulled the plug at a quarter past
We had just begun to lay down our latest tracks.
They busted our asses and hauled us off to jail
Charged with trespassing, Mrs. Johnson posted bail.
Now we gotta go to trial and defend ourselves
Fight these motherfucking attorneys from Taco Bell
Say what you say but locals came out on our behalf
Despite all these Kerman Christians
With their anti-metal tracts
We′re still alive unlike Terry Kath
Pretty nurses in bra and panties
Give us sponge baths