Blue's Honest Game

Blue runs a funny game
he can’t be bothered to win
he’s got two feet in the pasture, two feet in the wind
you can't blame him, though -
he's been running too long
he's got one race left
and he’s running it wrong

it's a blue horse, red wheels
a little boy like an orange peel
the method is tragic just on account of the speed

Blue plays an honest game
but he's living in sin
he's got a five string tambourine
and a bottle of gin
Blue just stopped believing in the fourth of July
he's got a firecracker taped to his ceiling fan
watches it fly circles around the light
you can't blame him, though
he's been watching too long
they've got one race left
and they're running it wrong

it's a blue drum, a done deal
a little orange peel man at the wheel
the method is tragic just on account of the speed