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letra de blue - the archtalesman

[verse 1: chris g.]
i had a prof. tell me the content achieve less
so it’s good to be blue then, i guess
better yet if it’s your blood and not your collar
get cheddar by the flood, not work for every dollar
i was born in the middle, the son of two scholars
sworn never to belittle the few daughters
that have kids early cause they’re just too girly
one child straight hair, the other curly
got her offspring gene pool all swirly
due to two dudes a little extra burly
who left them: the chick and her children
“eff” them, those vile societal villains
i am so willin’ to steal a drill and k!ll them
and drop their lot from the top of the tallest buildin’
as a sign to all those with similar roles
who chose to fill holes, then quickly stroll

[hook]
how can the world be so blue?
no lord, it can’t be true
what has the world come to?
no lord, it can’t be you

[verse 2: chris g.]
the world is full of so many mean players
i see their faces when i play team slayer
compared to past boys, we have odder toys
two lines ago, i meant waterboy
my right-mind speaks silent with creative visuals
though i have an awkward walk like a stroll, pidgeon-toed
my inner-self desires peace and harmony
my sinner-self wants to seize an armory
squeeze some arteries and bring some harm to me
he tries so ardently, but he finds it hard to be
brought to life and bodily manifested
my naughty side, he is santa detested
bested, he’s been, easily, until recently
when i learned how enron heads treated the
people below them, and martha stewart also
why be a good servant, if you could be the boss, bro?

[hook]
how can the world be so blue?
no lord, it can’t be true
what has the world come to?
no lord, it can’t be you

[verse 2: chris g.]
sickly swole, i am slowly becoming
with a covert goal of rooftop running
criminal chasing, nightly thug hunting
minimal chafing to my daily smug stunting
out in the open way before the sun sets
smiling for the paparazzi in my suit or vest
but when the night falls, i hit the booth with stress
am i some kinda sleuth? the truth is yes
as an agent of justice, i produce pain
the public must discuss this black bruce wayne
cops unemployed, so many convicts slain
crime near destroyed, evil wanes
i long for the time when my day’s spent
seeking out crimes in my bas-m-nt
to don nines at night in fine raiment
so people will never again lament:

[hook]
how can the world be so blue?
no lord, it can’t be true
what has the world come to?
no lord, it can’t be you

- the archtalesman

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