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Written and produced by Spencer Critchley
Singer: Justin Beauchamp
Guitar, piano, drums: Spencer
Lyrics
He broke his body in the Paradise Valley
To pull a paycheck from the ground
And he’d still be there making the tally
But now it’s robots all around
And he’s sleeping rough in San Francisco
God it’s shiny, God it’s cold
California, El Dorado
He’s still digging for your gold
It never rains but it sure freezes
So you catch the bus for the all-night run
The next seat over thinks he’s Jesus
Well, get in line, there’s more than one
And they’re sleeping rough in San Francisco
God it’s shiny, God it’s cold
California, El Dorado
They’re still digging for your gold
These glowing buildings, like no one built them
It’s like they’re made of light and air
Must have been someone, maybe angels
But you look around and they’re not there
Sleeping rough in San Francisco
God it’s shiny, God it’s cold
California, El Dorado
We’re still digging for your gold