Blind Melon

There's such a thing as self opinion
And this far down South I have no self-control
If anbody else feels like a nobody
Well then your gonna have to look out for you
I'll colour green verything 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