In Bloom

Sell the kids for food
-weather changes moods
Spring is here again
-reproductive glands

He’s the one who likes all the pretty songs
And he likes to sing along
And he likes to shoot his gun
But he knows not what it means
And I say aahh

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

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