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There's such a thing as self opinionAnd this far down South I have no self controlIf anbody else feels like a nobodyWell then your gonna have to look out for youI'll colour green verything believed inBut I keep screaming for my glass of lemonadeI walk around and it feels good to be movin'The breeze that's blowin' through cannot be foundJump on the trolley that's headed for all the holleringAnd then you're gonna have to look out for youIn desperate need of a little more religionTo nurse your God like point of viewFool on the sheetroof you gotta lay down in your ruinsThe river flowin' by, is way too big to boundIf I should speak up, and say hello Mr. UppercutOh, how nice to have avoided youI'll bloody bleed on everything I'm seeingBut I keep screaming for that glass of lemonadeToo much, too much, too much lemonade Aus Songtexte Mania