There's such a thing as self opinion

And this far down South I have no self-control

If anbody else feels like a nobody

Well then your gonna have to look out for you

I'll colour green verything believed in

But I keep screaming 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 out for 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 screaming for that glass of lemonade



Too much, too much, too much Lemonade

Too much, too much, too much Lemonade

Too much, too much, too much Lemonade

Too much, too much, too much Lemonade

Too much, too much, too much Lemonade