All the houses in this country
Are built like shit
Dry-wall
Well I could put my fist through it
If I wanted to
That Californian sun on my face
All those drugs they
They fogged her brain
They pushed it down
In the ravine
No thought for wildlife
Saloon serene
That Californian sun on my face
All those drugs they
They fogged his brain
Brian’s getting interviewed on the television
Telling a story
From his childhood
About those eyes
About that laugh
About the skies overhead
And how the body bounced on horseback
And where they worked
And how they slept
And who they fucked
And what they ate
And how they killed
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We wanna know
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
Oh, time and time again
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
Oh, time and time again
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
We return to the scene
Oh, time and time again
Time and time again
We return, we return, we return to the scene
We return, time and time again
Time and time again
We return
It’s so sad
What happened
But what would I be doing?
If it didn’t
It’s so sad
What happened
But what would I be doing?
If it didn’t
That Californian sun’s not for me
I’ll go home
And just try to sleep
Blood on the boulders
Blood on the boulders
Blood on the boulders
Blood on the boulders
Blood on the boulders
Blood on the boulders
Blood on the boulders
Blood on the boulders
Other lyrics by Squid:
Blood On The Boulders
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Crispy Skin
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Cro-Magnon Man
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