Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands
Hey....
He 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
Dont know what it means when I say
He 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
Dont know what it means when I say yeah ....
We can have some more nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit tender age in bloom
Hey....
He 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
Dont know what it means when I say
He 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
Dont know what it means when I say yeah ...
Hey...
He 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
Dont know what it means when I say
He 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
Don't not what it means
When I say, yeah ...