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