text: Sell the 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 dont knows not what it means
  Dont knows what it means, when 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 dont know what it means, dont 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
  Hes the one who likes all our pretty songs
  And he likes to sing along and he likes to shoot his gun
  But he dont know what it means
  Dont know 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 dont know what it means
  Dont know 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 dont know what it means
  Dont know 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 dont know what it means
  Dont know what it means
  Dont know what it means
  Dont know what it means, and I say, Yeah