Bud -

My problems seem to stem

From the little seeds I plant

I try to stop I can’t

It’s not in my nature

Nip it in the bud

They don’t make it hurt enough

Dead in his tracks

When I finally think I’m never going back

They begin to flower

No, oh, oh, it’s not your fault at all

No, oh, oh, it’s not your fault at all

No, oh, oh, it’s not your fault the white flag is hanging on the wall

Nip it in the bud

Tend to blow my dews

Like a nurse made to help battle wounds

Scars are like a trophy I carry with me

He waits to see what is sown

Come and see what grows

When all of the leaves have fun falling off

What must you do but wait

To welcome the frost

Nip it in the bud

And oh, oh, oh, it’s not your fault at all

No, oh, oh, it’s not your fault at all

No, oh, oh, it’s not your fault the white flag is hanging on the wall

Hanging on the wall

Nip it in the bud

Nip it in the bud

Nip it in the bud

Nip it in the bud