Roger Clyne & The Peacemakers - Lemons lyrics

I'm sailing the seas of red wine I'm strummin' this nonsense tune Adding my voice to a rebel serenade Echoing off a waxin' moon And I have crumpled our paper captain Now who will lead this swarthy crew? Tear the teeth off the gears, keep 'em as souvenirs boys! The world needs a few good mutineers now Sometimes I slumber on a bed of roses Sometimes I crash in the weeds One day a bowl full of cherries One night I'm s**in' on lemons and spittin' out the seeds I am the fat native, skinny-dippin, semi-professional tourist… a gold watch at the bottom of the sea Tis time I depose of those petty tyrants One on the throne, One inside me Bring on the change Let's keep it simple now Don't confuse your wants with your needs Believe in Love, forsake your greed And give away what you want to receive "what you say?!" Give away what you want to receive "what you say?!"