Blythe, California, is a broken place
At the far eastern corner of a broken state
And if you weren't born in Blythe, California
Then you only end up there by mistake.
Because there's a magnetic field at the edge of the town
That forces all of the cars on the highway to break down
And the people like comfortably from mechanic and towing fees
And I hear they have a Starbucks now
Somewhere in Phoenix or in San Diego
There's a venue that is dealing with a broken show
Because the scheduled van is in a broken down van
That's overheating in Blythe by the side of the road
There are places you want to be and some places you don't
And there are places you hate, but when you get there you know
That if it weren't for places like Blythe, California
Then where would all the broken things go?