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(Words and Music by: Z. Walters)
The flower buds are fallin on my shoulders
Im standing in two feet of water
I cant 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
its just got to be that way
dont you ever take away
our little bohemia
hiphoppers, surfers, hippies and mo's
butt rockers all livin in the same rows
you cant debate
its much too late
try as hard as you want you cant segregate, this
suburban servitude was never one of my goals
its a wonderful place to bury our souls
so I cant relate
in our short existence
sheep running in circles overflowing with persistence