I eat sour grapes all day
And try to think of all the things I hate
What's a future with no name
What's a hunter with a weapon but has no aim
Leather seats
Tinted windows
Moneybags pour champagne
Who's gonna drink all this soda?
Who's gonna fall out the window?
Lemonade lemonade gimme gimme lemonade
I drink lemonade all day and try to sing to the dogs at bay
What's a bastard with no fame?
What's a player with a helmet but had no game?
Paid the rent
Paid for storage
Paid so I could one day summon courage
What do I do with all this music
What do I do when it wall turns to sewage