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Blindspot ... Clueless
© by Blindspot (see also the legal notice). For personal use only.
*** Clueless ***
I'm growing up I'm getting ready to live on my own
in this big messed up world we live in today.
School's supposed to teach me about the real world,
but i must have been sick that day.
The big picture is ahead of me and I don't know what I see
(don't know what I see).
They don't teach this kind of stuff in Biology (biology).
Suppose I hit the ground running
but I only know how to jog (only know how to jog).
Life is leaving me in the fog.
I hear them calling me, but I don't know where to go.
Will they be including me?
and I'm dazed and confused.
It appears as if they're running scared,
but i'm not going anywhere.
It seems as if no one cares
and I'm dazed and confused.
Dazed and confused.
Mama wants me to be respectalbe, become and intelectual,
go to work and praise gold.
Daddy wants me to be a strong man.
Sees the world bind to him.
But dunno if i care.
Society has a mold for me which I've never been able to fit
(I guess it's just time to quit)
I could never fit that macho bit.
I'm taking the big plunge up into the nasty gross poluted sea.
Hey world (hey world) hey world I hope you're ready for me.
I hear them calling me, but i don't know where to go
and will they be including me? I'm dazed and confused.
It appears as if they're running scared,
but I'm not going anywhere,
it seems as if no one cares
and I'm dazed and confused.
Dazed and confused.
I guess I'm just clueless...HUH!
travelin' this land
all eight trapped in a van
leavin' a trail of funky smell
not eatin' well it's hot like hell
keep guzzlin' gas
don't know when i stood up last
we're jammed up tight
we're up all night
we'll be all right when we play tonight
chorus:
it might seem a million miles away
but we keep on moving until the next day
it might take many more miles
until we hit the next spot
till then the band keeps moving
the van don't stop
(x2)
Lookin' out in the midnight sky
watching nothing but hills roll by
can't sleep though
my neck's kinda sore
I'm up against the door
lyin' on the floor
it's almost dusk
to get there we gotta rush
can't move slow
we gotta go
put the petal to the floor
off to our next show!
(chorus)
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