Lemonade

There's such a thing as self opinion

And this far down south I have no

Self-control

If anybody else feels like a nobody

Well then you're gonna have to look out

For you

I'll colour green everything believed in

But I keep screamin' 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

After 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 screamin' for that glass

Of Lemonade

Too much too much too much Lemonade

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