Sell the kids for food
--weather changes moods
Spring is here again
--reproductive glands

(chorus)
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... yeaahh
(repeat)

We can have some more -- nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit -- tender age in bloom

(chorus)