9 9 9, the police don't come here on easy street All the boys in their blue suits are lying in the heat You got no reaction, coming down my hall You had
called a dream It must be the soap you use And mine is called So Kleen It was so well advertised All day on Channel Nine This is white and this is blue
with shopping city dreams I'm in love with real men They go through the air for oxygen Love is just a car like you That turns so blue and turns so blue No blue
again Daddy, don't leave me alone in the dark Swing me on your leg again Daddy, why did they take the horse to the factory? Dry your tears and you can
dead and their working factories They go like sheep to their production lines They live on illusions; don't face the realities All they live for is that big blue
's in the factory She ain't got no shoes Daddy's in the alley He is lookin' for food I am in the kitchen With the tombstone blues The hysterical bride
kids, and it's 1974 Shake a fist, make Oliver Twist There's no way you ain't poor Work the mine, work the factory line Watch the news, get the blues,
the skin From the flash of a gun to a soldier who's done Trust me grandson, the war was in color From shipyard to sea, from factory to sky From rivet
in the froze The day passing blue Too much for everyone Just try for you It's no ordinary joy You'll always miss your mark All the way So in the factory
s locked in the froze The day passing blue Too much for everyone Just try for you It's no ordinary joy You'll always miss your mark All the way So in the factory
Fresh] In 1988, when my grandfather passed He left me a Monte Carlo and a large amount of cash It was, bubble gum blue with the leather plush seats
I'm feeling fine now I'm in love with you You're so good to me baby I am falling for you, oh baby I'm doing right I'll never be blue Cause I know
rhinestone eyes are like factories far away When the paralytic dreams that we all seem to keep Drive on engines till they weep With future pixels in factories
da ones dat come blastin out da blue and shit, move dis shit wit amo dat come throw dis shit, have your mother at your grave wit da blues and shit, Ya
to hate me I want them to hate me I want them to hate me So you can love me on the sly My old flame broke the 12 bar blues Just to prove he could He
times and they coming more and more Now I went to the factory this mornin' where I had worked ten years ago And I went to the factory this mornin' where
Love comes to town on a blue jeaned leg In a pick up truck and a plastic crate It's an act of God hits you in the face Stands you on your head, puts you