Lyrics

I'm not too bright
with the fireballs of drinking right
In cat pajamas we're feeling fine tonight.
Toss out your silver spoon
and the TV and the apron too.
To reach the stars you got to blow up the moon, oh yeah.
(chorus)
The money's low but we're flying high
You and I have got miles to ride
It's a kinda scary but we feel alive, oh yeah
Something ain't right
My meddle's heavy but the throat feels tight.
Where angels go trouble follows tonight.
And I think to myself
It is them or me or someone else
That wiped the shine off California's smile tonight.
(repeat chorus)