(words and music by: Z. Walters)nnthe flower buds are fallin on my shouldersnI’m standing in two feet of waternI can’t relatenWith the commotionnSocial vampires suckin out the emotionnnLittle bohemia has the best damn weathernAsk that fop in the v-neck sweaternHow he relatesnwith his next door neighbornTeeth fallin out of his head with crack behaviornnit’s just got to be that wayndon’t you ever take awaynour little bohemiannhiphoppers, surfers, hippies and mo'snbutt rockers all livin in the same rowsnyou can’t debatenit’s much too latentry as hard as you want you can’t segregate, thisnnsuburban servitude was never one of my goalsnit’s a wonderful place to bury our soulsnso I can’t relatenin our short existencensheep running in circles overflowing with persistencen