Ten thousand lemons don't make a renegade
The juice of stainless breath reproduce Their hands are clean, but They have nails under their nails
Ten thousand lemons don't make a renegade
They have sails under their nails Ten thousand lemons don't make a renegade
The plan our needs belabor the man They have pins under their shins
Ten thousand lemons don't make a renegade
They have nails under their nails
Now show --------no disgrace
Things ain't working out down at the farm
<I>Have I seen you here before?
You see one grapefruit, you've seen them all
Do you know what beagles like to eat?
B-b-baby you ain't seen -----nothing yet
Domo arigato, Mister Roboto!
<I>We saved their asses in the war
Still they speak in German
My dad told me about these sort of people</I>
You don't want to know what he said