Baja - The Residents

I didn’t do it

So you’ll let me leave, won’t you?

Out of towners and their children

Watched us when we went to kill some

Wolverines who tried to hide

Their babies but the puppies cried

No one succeeds

If they scatter their seeds

Where the wind and the weeds

Are pleased

Then the children went to pet

The baby animals who bit their fingers

Causing blood to blow

Around like rosebuds in the snow

I didn’t do it

So you’ll let me leave, won’t you?

No one succeeds

If they scatter their seeds

Where the wind and the weeds

Are pleased

No one succeeds

If they scatter their seeds

Where the wind and the weeds

Are pleased