Buddha Baby

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.