you believe in anything they tell you how to think simpletons a circling the raging roller rink trading in the alley bucking up a storm forget about reality cause nothing is the norm yeah yeah so what can you do you say they owe me a few yeah blue tip me a cue yeah you got that look on your face you d like to be in the race you cannot hide your disgrace you leave without a trace sanctuary your heartland black and white tv stroking all the gun heads to the 9th degree you hear the screamers coming they clamour in disguise they think that you ll be running to the other side yeah yeah so what can you do you say they owe me a few yeah blue tip me a cue yeah you got that look on your face you d like to be in the race you cannot hide your disgrace can t fill an empty space you stupify the thinkers you re hugging all the flakes and all the things you think are true only mystify the fakes keep your hat on backwards and keep your lips tucked in the world is full of quackers and bellybutton rings i know you d like to be immune to the things they say you re hung up on your heroes and upon the beast you pray yeah hey what can you do you say well they owe me a few yeah blue tip me a cue yeah you got that look on your face you d like to be in the race you cannot hide your disgrace you leave without a trace you got that look on your face you d like to be in the race you cannot hide your disgrace you leave a bitter taste