Babies on beach blankets headed for Mars
Cute boys with crew cuts
And day glow surfboards
There's a pretty lady in a bikini
Her eyes are bright
But her teeth look
Like smashed out window panes
She's trying to fix her dreams
With sushi and facials
And carrot juice
There's a white wall
That we can't see over now
But that's okay
We're still learning, mistakes
They are allowed
If you're a satellite
Oh, oh, oh
Yoga classes so you can look good
In your singles bar
California's sure lovely
It's the home of the stars
And everybody is a nice body
But souls are like shadows
Hollow inside, choked
And hiding behind
Volley balls
And valium and power bars
There's a white wall
That we can't see over now
But that's okay
We're still learning, mistakes
They are allowed
If you're a satellite
Oh, oh, oh
We understand a lot of things
About modern techonology
But not about dreams
Our hearts are on the shelves
We can't fix ourselves
But we can fix a satellite
Because in Hollywood
The heroes are strung out on grace
And half-skinned gypsies
Are crying to leave this place
There's a white wall
That we can't see over now
But that's okay
We're still learning, mistakes
They are allowed
If you're a satellite
Oh, oh, oh
We can fix a satellite
Oh, oh, oh
The pope can't fix my broken heart
Rock'n'roll can't fix my broken heart
Valium can't fix my broken heart
Miss Cleo can't fix my broken heart
But will you fix my broken heart?
Oh, will you fix my broken heart?
Cause I'm gonna give you a satellite
Fix my broken heart
Fix my broken heart