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.