In Bloom

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 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
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 We can have some more
 Nature is a whore
 Bruises on the fruit
 Tender age in bloom
 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 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
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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
 But he knows not what it means
 Knows not what it means
 And I say 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
 Knows not what it means
 Knows not what it means
 And I say, yeah
 
 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 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
 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 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
 ♪
 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 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
 Knows not what it means
 Knows not what it means
 And I say, yeah