Blue Tip

You believe in anything

They tell you how to think

The simpletons all circle

In the raging roller-rink

You're trading in the alley

You're 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 9th degree

You hear the screamers coming

They clamour 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

(Ahh)

You stupefy the thinkers

(Ahh)

You're hugging all the flakes

(Ahh)

And all the things you think are true

(Ahh)

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

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