Sell kids for food,
weather changes moods.
Spring is here again,
reproductive glands
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
And he
likes to sing along
and he
likes to shoot his gun
But he
knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and I say hey
We can have some more,
Nature is a whore.
Bruises on the fruit,
tender age in bloom
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
And he
likes to sing along
and he
likes to shoot his gun
But he
knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and I say hey
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
And he
likes to sing along
and he
likes to shoot his gun
But he
knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and I say hey
weather changes moods.
Spring is here again,
reproductive glands
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
And he
likes to sing along
and he
likes to shoot his gun
But he
knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and I say hey
We can have some more,
Nature is a whore.
Bruises on the fruit,
tender age in bloom
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
And he
likes to sing along
and he
likes to shoot his gun
But he
knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and I say hey
He's the one who likes all our pretty songs.
And he
likes to sing along
and he
likes to shoot his gun
But he
knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and I say hey