Mike Watt - Red Bluff

It was '39 and what a time to be born in
But you were born then

World at war, tore and sore as all hell
Oh well

Red bluff
Red bluff
Red bluff

Little boy with all that noise and symbol
Not so simple

The neighbor's doors just waiting for your painting
Your interpretating

Red bluff
Red bluff
Red bluff

Old b.b. beat the jeebies out of your hide
You dreamed of killing him each night

His pop (your grandpop) got the brain-pop
Keeled over ragin' full-on

Red bluff
Red bluff
Red bluff

Went to work for that church when they promised schoolin'
But they were just foolin', damn

And getting a girl preggers was the last straw
Can you still hear your ma sayin':
Dickie, dickie, oh dickie?

Red bluff
Red bluff
Red bluff

Gotta get the fuck out of red bluff