[Intro]
    (x2)
     (x2)

[Verse 1]

Sell the kids 

for food.
Weather changes moods.
           
Spring is here

           
 again.
          
Reproductive g

          
lands.

[Chorus]
     
He’s the one w

           
ho likes all o

          
ur pretty song

s,
            
And he likes t

            
o sing along a

           
nd he likes to

           
 shoot his gun

,
             
But he don’t k

              
now what it me

           
ans, don’t kno

              
w what it mean


s when I say,
         
He’s the one w

           
ho likes all o

              
ur pretty song

 
s,
           
And he likes t

            
o sing along a

           
nd he likes to

             
 shoot his gun


,
             
But he don’t k

              
now what it me

           
ans, don’t kno

              
w what it mean


s when I say,

[Bridge]
   
Yeah.  Mm.
   
Ooh.   Mm.

[Verse 2]

We can have so

me more.
Nature is a whore.
          
Bruises on the

         
 fruit
          
Tender age in 

     
bloom.

[Chorus]
     
He’s the one w

           
ho likes all o

          
ur pretty song

s,
            
And he likes t

            
o sing along a

           
nd he likes to

           
 shoot his gun

,
             
But he don’t k

              
now what it me

           
ans, don’t kno

              
w what it mean


s when I say,
         
He’s the one w

           
ho likes all o

              
ur pretty song

 
s,
           
And he likes t

            
o sing along a

           
nd he likes to

             
 shoot his gun


,
             
But he don’t k

              
now what it me

           
ans, don’t kno

              
w what it mean


s when I say,

[Bridge]
   
Yeah.  Mm.
   
Ooh.   Mm.

[Solo]
     (x4)

[Chorus]
     
He’s the one w

           
ho likes all o

          
ur pretty song

s,
            
And he likes t

            
o sing along a

           
nd he likes to

           
 shoot his gun

,
             
But he don’t k

              
now what it me

           
ans, don’t kno

              
w what it mean


s when I say,
         
He’s the one w

           
ho likes all o

              
ur pretty song

 
s,
           
And he likes t

            
o sing along a

           
nd he likes to

             
 shoot his gun


,
             
But he don’t k

              
now what it me

           
ans, don’t kno

              
w what it mean


s when I say,

[Outro]
             
Don’t know wha

           
t it means, do

              
n’t know what 

       
it means and I

 say.
   
Yeah.  Ooh.
   
Ooh.   Ooh.