Now I hear a lot things
things like you can't be too blue
too white to live a blue life
well I'm hungry
and I'm black and blue
Now listen sweet cheeks
you keep flapping those gums
and I'm going to get the hell out of here
because you are a place called last
and I'm a town called over the horizon
causing riots by talking about which flavor
of starburst is the best
and ******* if you don't think pink
my blues are more like baby blues
I get jealous real easy
so maybe they're turquoise
who the hell cares
all I know now
is I wander from bus stop to bus stop
with a harmonica I can't play
singing at the top of my lungs
"BLUE?!'
"**** sunshine,
all I see
is red"