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(Words and Music by: Z. Walters) The flower buds are fallin on my shoulders I'm standing in two feet of water I can't relate With the commotion Social vampires suckin out the emotion Little bohemia has the best damn weather Ask that fop in the v-neck sweater How he relates with his next door neighbor Teeth fallin out of his head with crack behavior it's just got to be that way don't you ever take away our little bohemia hiphoppers, surfers, hippies and mo's butt rockers all livin in the same rows you can't debate it's much too late try as hard as you want you can't segregate, this suburban servitude was never one of my goals it's a wonderful place to bury our souls so I can't relate in our short existence sheep running in circles overflowing with persistence Aus Songtexte Mania