Sell the kids for food
-weather changes moods
Spring is here again
-reproductive glands
He’s the one who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
And I say aahh
We can have some more – nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit – tender age in bloom
Think twice
And do it
Stale life
Don’t chew it
Cloud lands
Fog reason
Blue skies
Wrong season
So soon
Vanishing haze
Perfume
Of old bouquets
Rice fields
Feet soaking
Minefields
Here’s hoping
So soon
Vanishing haze
Perfume
Of dead bouquets
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
Think twice
And do it
Stale life
Don’t chew it
Cloud lands
Fog reason
Blue skies
Wrong season
So soon
Vanishing days
Perfume
Of dead bouquets
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
In bloom
Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
He’s the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say
He’s the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say yeah
We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom
He’s the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say
He’s the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say yeah
He’s the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say
He’s the one
Who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it mean
Knows not what it mean
And I say yeah
