Trouble In Bohemia - Jealous Of The Birds

I’ll buy a van the colour of Christ’s blood

Drive by windy grass

Cake the tires with mud

Said we’d skinny dip, but our skin’s too pale

Go to the store

The love of bread is stale

My mouth’s full of bleeding berries

Things have gotten way too heavy

Buttercup baby, what’s your number?

Gonna feel that lemon lust (?) thunder

How do you feel?

Don’t be polite, be real

What do you mean he didn’t pay for the meal?

Bubblegum blue bruises on your arm

Late again to school

Forgot to set an alarm

My mouth’s full of bleeding berries

Things are getting way too heavy

Buttercup baby, what’s your number?

Gonna feel that lemon lust (?) thunder