Pedro Bound! (Live at Jillian's, Long Beach, CA - February 1998)

Pedro bound at sailor's town
Got my orders and lighted out
When I got down to Pedro town
Got me a bike and had a look around

I was supposed to be in 1819
Instead I'm on TV, apart from me
I'm here in Paris, I call it high, man

At crack of dawn with the dawn sun
The ideas flow one after one

There was a sailor boy, he was peddling back
He was born to roam, heard the ocean loud
At the trailer park, I turned around and came back

Catalina is this high road
Salt sucking city, the cliffs are thrown

Little old fish, in a big fish
Once was mad, now I'm in his ear
Twenty seconds, and that's the way I was born

Fish meat, tub feet, fire boat house
With a bridge stone bridge all stretched out

Thirteen long years, he made his hood
Bloody Thursday, he lies there too
His launching man, Pedro man

Pedro bound at sailor's town
Well I think I found my hometown
Pedro town, I'm forever mad