Verse 
Gb 
Like a sinkhole 
Fm 
Like a sinkhole 
Gb                                      Fm 
Stars are born then fucking ate up in a day slow 
Gb 
What does it show? 
Fm 
What does it show? 
    Gb                              Fm 
C-C-Cut off all the tethers to your lost soul 
Gb                 Fm 
Think about a time on a dotted line 
Gb            Fm 
Venice Beach, cutthroats on the shoreline 
Gb 
It ain't a fucking crime 
Fm 
I'm taking back what's mine 
Gb 
Los Angeles, we on the front line 
Fm 
Click-click-boom, let 'em fall 
Gb                   Fm 
Lining 'em up with a semi-matic auto 
Gb             Fm 
Hear the call, hear the call 
Gb                 Fm 
Hop in the whip to demonstrate that I'm out though 
                  Gb 
When I do it like this 
                   Fm 
With a wiffle ball bat 
Gb 
Surf's up, b*tches, and it's like that 
Bbm 
Hollywood coming to attack 


[Refrão]
       F 
I'm no shooting star 
       C 
Just a burning heart 
         G 
We never sleep 
                     G 
In California, we're dreaming 
        F 
Running through the dark 
       C 
Broken boulevards 
         G 
We never sleep 
   F                 G 
In California, we're dreaming 
   F                 G 
In California, we're dreaming 

Verse 
Gb              Fm 
Armageddon now, Armageddon now 
Gb                       Fm 
Coked out skeletons come back down 
Gb                    Fm 
Break 'em down, gotta break 'em down 
Gb                      Fm 
Broke down Ford lights, sing so loud 
    Gb 
The greatest story ever told 
    Fm 
The greatest five ever known 
Gb 
Dead men walking 
  Fm 
Audition for the big show 
     Gb 
It's biblical 
          Fm 
It's also cynical 
               Gb                            Fm 
In the land of make-believe, the situation's critical 
Gb                                           Fm 
Sink into the ocean like some martyrs at our pinnacle 
Gb                                                  Fm 
Yeah, it's just a vision, but the waves are f*cking literal 
Gb 
As above... 
Fm 
So below 
Gb                              Fm 
You wanna go to heaven, but you sold your soul 
Gb 
Dying young... 
Fm 
I'm growing cold 
Gb                         Fm 
Cut yourself apart, so you don't grow old 
      Gb 
We're living in denial... 
           Fm 
But we're doing it in style 
    Gb                         Bbm 
Out here in California, it's a trial by fire 
 

[Refrão]
       F 
I'm no shooting star 
       C 
Just a burning heart 
         G 
We never sleep 
                     G 
In California, we're dreaming 
        F 
Running through the dark 
       C 
Broken boulevards 
         G 
We never sleep 
   F                 G 
In California, we're dreaming 
   F                 G 
In California, we're dreaming 

Bridge 
Ebm                   Ab 
Tension hidden in the question 
               Bbm 
Underneath the dreams I hold 
            Ebm                 Ab 
I can see rejection in my own reflection 
              Bbm 
I can feel my dreams grow cold 
B 
Dreams grow cold 


[Refrão]
       F 
I'm no shooting star 
       C 
Just a burning heart 
         G 
We never sleep 
                     G 
In California, we're dreaming 
        F 
Running through the dark 
       C 
Broken boulevards 
         G 
We never sleep 
   F                 G 
In California, we're dreaming 
   F                 G 
In California, we're dreaming 

Outro 
Gb              Fm Gb Fm 
In California... 
Gb             Fm            Gb Fm 
In California, we're dreaming 
Gb              Fm Gb Fm 
In California...