Verse: Bm A G Sell the kids for food, weather changes moods Bm Spring is here again, reproductive glands A G We could have some more, nature is a whore A D Bruises on the fruit, tender age in bloom Chorus: A He's the one who likes all our pretty songs G Fm And he likes to sing along, he likes to shoot his gun D A He's the one who likes all our pretty songs G Fm But he don't know what they mean, he don't know what they mean
Verse: Bm A G I wish I was like you, easily amused Bm Find my nest of salt, everything's my fault A G I'll take all the blame, aqua seafoam shame A D What else could I be? All apologies Chorus: A He's the one who likes all our pretty songs G Fm And he likes to sing along, he likes to shoot his gun D A He's the one who likes all our pretty songs G Fm But he don't know what they mean, he don't know what they mean D A He's the one who likes all our pretty songs G Fm And he likes to sing along, he likes to shoot his gun D A In the sun, in the sun I feel as one G Fm But I don't know what it mean, I don't know what it mean Outro: