I won't go back to Bakersfield,
My friend died there, I loved him too much
Incompetence, tubes and wires,
Indifference, fools and liars,
Aggravate, regulate, resuscitate,
Suffocated him.

While Scully danced over the airwaves,
Scully danced over the airwaves.

I won't go back to Bakersfield,
My friend died there, I loved him too much,
Wrinkled young men are shuffling along like dirty, grey ghosts wearing fitted soiled sheets on a wet mirage street, looking for green gangrenous feet that will lead them to liquor stores or unemployment offices, grunt work and whores or un-enjoyment offices.

In the morning they gurgle out of spoiled rancid visions and cabbage pods.
They have one mission only because their kind are lonely; cross the border, take us over, make us over, rake us over the coals.

While Scully surfs over the heat-waves,
Scully skips over the new graves.

Crusty skinned phantoms, pocked-marked and drifting like the shifting, pallid sand here beneath their tendrils.
These down-payment dreamers of small flat-roofed houses and harsh vacant lots full of milkweed and dust, stinkbugs and rust, animal excrement and murder evidence.

They built an air conditioned mall there, against sand paper winds blowing out of the west.
Famous for their coffee and mudpie, flamingoes, pink, and pinkeye.
Merle Haggard, corn dog batter, shoots and ladders, all in tatters now.

While Scully hangs over the freeways,
Scully's ignoring the new age.

I won't go back to Bakersfield,
My friend died there, I loved him too much,
See the nomads wandering in the desert moonlight,
The chosen ones moving like great ancient turtles,
They're going in circles with their holy referrals, eating manna from Wendy's, and God is with them but I won't be there.
Yes, God is with them but I won't be there,
Though it's the same as any other place, there's too much smog around my face,
And I won't cry there,
No, I won't die there.

While Scully danced over the airwaves, (Scully danced the airwaves)
While Scully danced over the airwaves, (Scully hangs over the freeways)
While Scully danced over the airwaves, (Scully surfs over the heat-waves)
While Scully danced over the airwaves. (Scully skips over the graves)