Вершы: Bracket. Green Apples.

I really don't like the taste
Of all those green apples
They don't seem to go away
I am tired of seeing

All of those green apples
I run into everyday

They are the cause of my troubles and pain
They are the reason for the wind and rain
I wish they all were dead
Why can't I just paint them red?

I really don't like the taste
Of all those green apples
They don't seem to go away
I am tired of seeing

All of those green apples
I run into everyday

They are the cause of my troubles and pain
They are the reason for the wind and rain
I wish they all were dead
Why can't I just paint them red?