I really don't like the taste

Of all those green apples

They don't seem to go away

I am tired of seeing

All of those green apples

I run into everyday



They are the cause of my troubles and pain

They are the reason for the wind and rain

I wish they all were dead

Why can't I just paint them red



I really don't like the taste

Of all those green apples

They don't seem to go away

I am tired of seeing

All of those green apples

I run into everyday



They are the cause of my troubles and pain

They are the reason for the wind and rain

I wish they all were dead

Why can't I just paint them red