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