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"
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



Credits
Writer(s): Brian Molko, Steven James Hewitt, Stefan Olsdal
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