Blue American
(Brian Molko)
I wrote this novel just for you
It sounds pretentious but it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
That's why it's vulgar
That's why it's blue
And I sang thank you
I sang thank you
I wrote this novel just for Mom
For all the Mommy things she's done
For all the times she showed me wrong
For all the times she sang our song
And I sang thank you Mom
Hello Mom
Thank you Mom
Hi Mom
I read a book about Uncle Tom
Where whitey bastard made a bomb
But now Ebonics rule our song
Those motherfuckers got it wrong
And I asked
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
Who is uncle Tom?
You are
I read a book about the self
Said I should get expensive help
Go fix my head
Create some wealth
Put my neurosis on the shelf
But I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care for myself
I don't care
I wrote this novel just for you
I'm so pretentious
Yes it's true
I wrote this novel just for you
Just for you
Just for you
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