There's such a thing as self opinion
And this far down south i have no
Self-control
If anybody else feels like a nobody
Well then you're gonna have to look out
For you
I'll 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 that's blowin' through cannot
Be found
Jump on the trolley that's headed for all
The hollering
And then you're 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
I'll bloody bleed on everything i'm seeing
But i keep screamin' for that glass
Of lemonade
Too much, too much, too much lemonade
(repeat 5 times)