Sell the kids for food Weather changes moods Spring is here again Reproductive glands
And 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 Don't know what it means, when I say:
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 Knowns not what it means When I say yeah ...
We can have some more Nature is a hore Bruises on the fruit Tender age in bloom
And 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 Don't know what it means, when I say: 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 Knowns not what it means when I say yeah