Lyrics Trouble In Bohemia - Jealous Of The Birds

Trouble In Bohemia

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