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