Lemonade Lyrics - Soup - Blind Melon

There's such a thing as self opinion 

And this far down south I have no self-control 

If anybody else feels like a nobody 

Well then you're gonna have to look out for you 

I'll color green, everything believed in 

But I keep screaming for my glass of lemonade 

I walk around and it feels good to be movin' 

The breeze that's blowin' through cannot be found 

Jump on the trolley that's headed for all the hollering 

And then you're gonna have to look out for you 

In desperate need of a little more religion 

To nurse your God like point of view 

Flying, flying 

Fool on the sheet roof you gotta lay down in your ruins 

The river flowin' by, is way too big to bound 

If I should speak up, and say hello Mr. Uppercut 

Oh, how nice to have avoided you 

I'll bloody bleed on everything I'm seeing 

But I keep screaming for that glass of lemonade 

Too much, too much, too much lemonade 

Too much, too much, too much lemonade 

Too much, too much, too much lemonade 

Too much, too much, too much lemonade 

Too much, too much, too much lemonade 

Too much, too much, too much lemonade