text: Sell kids for food, weather changes moods
  Spring is here again, reproductive glands
  Hes 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
  Hes 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
  We can have some more, Nature is a whore
  Bruises on the fruit, tender age in bloom
  Hes 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
  Hes 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
  Hes 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
  Hes the one who like 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