And this far down south I have no
Self-control
If anybody else feels like a nobody
Well then youre gonna have to look out
For you
Ill colour green everything believed in
But I keep screamin for my glass
Of lemonade
I walk around and it feels good to
Be movin
The breeze thats blowin through cannot
Be found
Jump on the trolley thats headed for all
The hollering
And then youre gonna have to look
After you
In desperate need of a little more
Religion
To nurse your God like point of view
Fool on the sheetroof you gotta lay down
In your ruins
The river flowin by, is way too big
To bound
If I should speak up, and say hello
Mr. uppercut
Oh, how nice to have avoided you
Ill bloody bleed on everything Im seeing
But I keep screamin for that glass
Of lemonade
Too much, too much, too much lemonade
(repeat 5 times)