In Bloom

Sell the kids for food, weather changes moods

Spring is here again, reproductive glands

We could 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

He likes to shoot his gun

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs

But he don't know what they mean

He don't know what they mean

I wish I was like you, easily amused

Find my nest of salt, everything's my fault

I'll take all the blame, aqua seafoam shame

What else could I be? All apologies

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs

And he likes to sing along

He likes to shoot his gun

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs

But he don't know what they mean

He don't know what they mean

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs

And he likes to sing along

He likes to shoot his gun

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs

But he don't know what they mean

He don't know what they mean

He's the one who likes all our pretty songs

And he likes to sing along

He likes to shoot his gun

In the sun, in the sun I feel as one

But I don't know what it mean

I don't know what it mean