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, 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 mean, knows not what it means
And I say, yeah

Mmm
Mmm
Mmm

We can have some more, nature is a whore
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, 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

Mmm
Mmm
Mmm

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, 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

Mmm
Mmm
Mmm