Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
Mike Watt
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 interpetrating
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