Johnny Draft was breathing gas He poured into a glad bag Jonny sighed and dreamed of days That didn't feel so wicked Borrowed thoughts of what makes life A person that you'd take a bullet for Filled his head while tiny bubbles formed And married him to someone darker than the black paint on his door Janey threw her TV on the floor And watched it bleed It trickled down like rain The basement rose to touch the ceiling And the liquid levels rose And the liquid levels rose And it came up past their eyes And they thought they touched the sky Borrowed thoughts of what makes life A person a that you'd take a bullet for Filled her head while tiny bubbles formed And married her to someone darker than the black paint on her floor Ah-ah ah-ah ah ah ah ah-ah-ah Ah-ah ah-ah ah ah ah ah-ah-ah The chemicals in your heart Are making you glow on my eyelids when I try to sleep You are a radiant sun that doesn't burn out When the world's done evolving And everyone else would explode into dust {Outro} When life gives you lemons There are choices to make A nice salty francaise, or a sweet lemonade But, you can't cut a lemon without sharp pointy knives The same dreadful thing that took poor Edward's life So consider just letting the fruit pile up Let the weight crush you flat on the floor like a rug See? Now you're a rug and there's much more to do And the lemons in life can be given by you!