Lot 309 Songtext
von Hannah Marcus

We live on top of a crumbling hill
And at night we hardly see any stars shine
But the San Bernardino Mountains so high
How they rise behind Lot 309
How they rise behind Lot 309
How they rise

The landlord′s son is a drunken bum
And he weed whacks, weed whacks all the time
Once he got so bummed that he took out his scythe
And he chopped down all the birds of paradise
Behind Lot 309 he went wild
He went wild


In Altadena the blaze turned the sky black
And orange for days till the flames all died out
And the poor bougainvilleas got all dried out
But now it's cooled off

Say look at that big black moss coming up from the night
He′s falling in love with a yellow hard light
He's falling so hard for something so bright
It's burning his heart, it′s blinding his sight
Oh well, that′s life

Hey baby, come on outside
Look at him rise, he's on fire
Behind Lot 309 he′s on fire
He's on fire behind Lot 309

He′s on fire
He's on fire
He′s on fire