(words and music by: Z. Walters)      the flower buds are fallin on my shoulders   I’m standing in two feet of water   I can’t relate   With the commotion   Social vampires suckin out the emotion      Little bohemia has the best damn weather   Ask that fop in the v-neck sweater   How he relates   with his next door neighbor   Teeth fallin out of his head with crack behavior      it’s just got to be that way   don’t you ever take away   our little bohemia      hiphoppers, surfers, hippies and mo's   butt rockers all livin in the same rows   you can’t debate   it’s much too late   try as hard as you want you can’t segregate, this      suburban servitude was never one of my goals   it’s a wonderful place to bury our souls   so I can’t relate   in our short existence   sheep running in circles overflowing with persistence