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Sell the kids for food
Weather changes moods
Spring is here again
Reproductive glands

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 knows not what it means
knows not what it means
and I say yeah

We can have some more
Nature is a whore
Bruises on the fruit
Tender age in bloom yeah

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 knows not what it means
and he knows not what it means
When I say yeah

Yeah
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

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 knows not what it means
Knows not what it means
and i said yeah

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He’s the one
who likes all our pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
Sell the kids for food   Weather changes moods   Spring is here again   Reproductive glands      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 knows not what it means   knows not what it means   and I say yeah      We can have some more   Nature is a whore   Bruises on the fruit   Tender age in bloom yeah      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 knows not what it means   and he knows not what it means   When I say yeah      Yeah   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      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 knows not what it means   Knows not what it means   and i said yeah      [fading]   He’s the one   who likes all our pretty songs   And he likes to sing along   And he likes to shoot his gun   And he likes to sing along   And he likes to shoot his gun