Blue Left Hand

I got my money, I got my place

I got my car

I got my dish of youthful delinquency

I got my friends, I got my state

I got my colours locked behind the gates

It's in the news, it's in your face

It's in the rattle of the midnight rave

Where every car and every plane

Are going home someplace they think is safe

And every star and every faith

And every hole that you've been waiting to fix

Where is the give? Where is the take?

And it's a wonder that you cannot break

Somebody thought it was here

All of the answers were clear

Pulling a cat from the hat

Again and again

It's in the shining, it's in the shapes

It's in the carving of the statuette

And every how, every minute

In every second of the passing day

Where is the laughter? Where is the taste?

Where is the sun beam strewn across your face?

I have the power, I can change

Nothing here will ever stay the same

Somebody thought it was here

All of the answers were clear

Pulling a cat from the hat

Again and again

It's in the party at the midnight gates

It's in the things that we all love to hate

It's in the harbour of every page

It's in the corner of the playwright's stage

And every player and every fake

And every witch that we burned at the stake

We had the honour, we had it great

Now you got it, you can throw it away