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 don't know what it means
Don't know what it means
                   And I say... yeaahh.

                       We can have some more
                     nature is a whore
                      Bruises on the fruit
                     tender age in bloom.