Bloused up and ready to take on
Another in a long cold line of insults
You see my silver crown is greying and dull
It all seems so scary
And no one can hear me
You've read this script before
He blows in from off shore
Not sure just what he's looking for
Deletes his contacts all before
Bloused up, I'm ready to get on
And then I see that white boy's hair and I'm so
Oh ooo-whoa
Am I mysterious in my desire or predictable?
It all seems so scary
I'm bloused up and ready
And I, I can't be sure it's you
The pointless stuff we do
To keep things as they were
To keep us undetered
To keep our thoughts interred
