Born colourblind kid
Felt it so deep
Didn't see the value of things
Just mother's tears
They put him in jail
To teach him to fear
He didn't get that
He kept dreaming
Time pressure sold him
On parts for good, system engine
They pushed him to the corner
Then they caught him, quietly crying
He asked his mother
"What's wrong with me?"
She said "don't cry babe
You need briefing"
What they said
Brang him down
What he thought
Helped him out
Doesn't know what to say
Doesn't know who's to blame
He remembers things,
Broken old toys, ice cream on streets
Friends who didn't like him
Smashed him to his shaken belly
While catching his breath he walked down the street
Came home, quietly said
School was easy"
