Placebo – Blue American

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 say, thank you

And I say, 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 time she sang god’s song

And I say thank you Mom

Hello Mom

Thank you Mom

Hi Mom

I read a book about Uncle Tom

Where a whitey bastard made a bomb

But now Ebonics rule our song

Those motherfuckers got it wrong

And I ask

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