Hey what's your problem?
You make me so uneasy
Have you ever thought about it?
Everything's so black and white to you
Do you wake up every morning
Cursing the colour of your skin?
There's nothing you can do about it
I got to stop running into you
We had a conversation
But you were talking to yourself
I just happened to be standing there
I could've been a fishbowl on a shelf
And it's a crying shame
Cause I've done all I can do
You're living in an ancient fortress,
You're letting nothing new come through
Hey mister bluesky,
You're looking grey,
Your face is flushed but it's never red
There's a shadow hanging over your head
You could be a Buddha baby
To be free where you belong,
There's never any misconceptions
When everything you know is wrong
And it's a brave new world,
It's a carousel come true
That's why it gets me down
Sitting here listening to you
Hey mister bluesky
You're looking grey
Your face is flushed but it's never red
There's a shadow hanging over your head
