In Bloom

Sell the kids for foodWeather changes moodsSpring is here againReproductive glandsHe's the one who likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and i say...He's the one who likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and i say yeah...We can have some moreNature is a whoreBruises on the fruitTender age in bloomHe's the one who likes all our pretty songs And he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and i say...He's the one who likes all our pretty songs and He likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and i say yeah...He's the one who likes all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it means and i say...He's the one who like all our pretty songsAnd he likes to sing alongAnd he likes to shoot his gunBut he knows not what it meansKnows not what it meansKnows not what it meansKnows not what it means and i say yeah...