| Sell the kids for food. |
| Weather changes moods. |
| Spring is here again. |
| Reproductive glands. |
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| 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 |
| 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 don't know what it means. |
| Don't know what it means. |
| 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 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 |
| 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 yeah. |
|
| 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 |
| 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. |
| Knows not what it means. |
| Knows not what it means. |
| And I say yeah. |