Blood on the Boulders

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