There's such a thing as self opinion   And this far down South I have no self-control   If anbody else feels like a nobody   Well then your gonna have to look out for you   I'll colour green verything believed in   But I keep screaming 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 out for 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 screaming for that glass of lemonade      Too much, too much, too much Lemonade   Too much, too much, too much Lemonade   Too much, too much, too much Lemonade   Too much, too much, too much Lemonade   Too much, too much, too much Lemonade