In Bloom

Sell the 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
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.