Blue Tip

You believe in anything

They tell you how to think

The simpletons all circle

In the raging roller rink



I'm trading in the alley

I'm booking up a storm

Forget about reality

'Cause nothing is the norm, yeah, yeah



So what can you do, you say

They owe me a few, yeah

Blue tip of your cue, yeah



You got that look on your face

You'd like to be in the race

You cannot hide your disgrace

You leave without a trace



All set to weary your heartland

Black and white TV

Stroking all the gun heads

Into the ninth degree



You here the screamers coming

They clamor in disguise

You think that you'd be running

To the other side, yeah, yeah



So what can you do, you say

They owe me a few, yeah

Blue tip of your cue, yeah



You got that look on your face

You'd like to be in the race

You cannot hide your disgrace

Can't fill an empty space



You stupefy the thinkers

You're hugging all the flakes

And all the things you think are true

Only mystify the fakes



Well, keep your hat on backwards

And keep your lips tucked in

The world is full of quackers

And belly button rings



I know you'd like to be immune

To the things they say

You're hung up on your heroes

And upon the beast you pray, yeah, hey



So what can you do, you say

Well, they owe me a few, yeah

Blue, blue, tip of your cue, yeah



You got that look on your face

You'd like to be in the race

You cannot hide your disgrace

You leave without a trace



You got that look on your face

You'd like to be in the race

You cannot hide your disgrace

You leave a bitter taste