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 color green, everything believed in But I keep screaming for my gla*s 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 Flying, flying Fool on the sheet roof 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 gla*s 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 Too much, too much, too much lemonade