The sun cuts its ecliptic from the past into the west
From orient to accident, our history insists
That we must trip the light sadistic 'til this west is finally won
Just following, just following, just following the sun
I drove into Los Angeles, crusading for my face
To find my fate in acetate, to join the constellations
O, the strip was strewn with scripture and the solemn vows of fun
Just following, just following, just following the sun
Good morning, California, I'm the chosen one
From the flutter of the shutter to the thunder of the gun
From the valley to the alley, let the western will be done
Just following, just following, just following the sun
If you want to wage a holy war you make a swift attack
Keep your gods in your heart and the sun at your back
Until you're standing on Redondo Beach, no place left to run
Just following, just following, just following the sun
Well yes, the west's a fucking mess, but where's a hero supposed to start
When you know that only death will make your life a work of art
So we scuttle to the screen test while it all just falls apart
Just following, just following, just following our heart
Good morning, California, I'm the chosen one
From the flutter of the shutter to the thunder of the gun
From the valley to the alley, let the western will be done
Just following, just following, just following the sun