In Bloom

Sell kids for food, weather changes moods

Same tear again

Red dark glass

And the one who likes all I put inside

All our pretty songs, and it likes to sing along, and it likes to shoot its gun.

But it don't know what it means, don't know what it means unless it means one.

Like all our pretty songs, and it likes to sing along, and it likes to shoot its gun.

Don't know what it means, don't know what it means, but yeah.

Weed nets more, nature is a whore.

Lose some fruit, turn the ranch blue.

It's the one like all our pretty songs and it likes to sing along and it likes to shoot

its gun but it knows not what it means, knows not what it means.

It's the one like all our pretty songs and it likes to sing along and it likes to shoot

it's gone but it don't know what it means don't know what it means

and i say yeah

like all our pretty songs and it like to sing along and it like to

shoot it down but it don't know what it means

Don't know what it means to be someone who likes all the pretty tops 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, don't know what it means, don't know what it means, yeah.