CeruleanLetra

Swept along in the throng
Seemed rude not to come along—
So I opened up my mouth
And I sang, and I sang, and I sang…

"Death to whitey!" went the cry
"Whitey go home!"—well, which is it, guy?
Death, or a one-way flight?
You gotta pick a lane if you wanna riot right

Die right now, or die of age?
Do we ship the body, do we pay the freight?
Is a casket in the deal?
These are things a mob should really seal—

WHICH IS IT? (Which is it?)
Death or deportation!
WHICH IS IT? (Which is it?)
Somebody call a meeting, take a motion to the nation!
Back in my day we'd sit right down
Work it out before we burned the town—
WHICH IS IT? (Which is it?)
I blame the social media-tion!

What is true cannot be new
What is known, well, that we can prove to you
Who's in the pew, absorbing the known
Cannot be blue when the truth is shown

So if it's true it can't be blue
That's just the logic marching straight on through—
Load the syllogism, aim, and fire
Every zealot needs a funeral pyre—

WHICH IS IT? (Which is it?)
Death or deportation!
WHICH IS IT? (Which is it?)
Somebody call a meeting, take a motion to the nation!
Back in my day we'd sit right down
Work it out before we burned the town—
WHICH IS IT? (Which is it?)
I blame the social media-tion!

DEATH TO CERULEAN! (Hey!)
DEATH TO CERULEAN! (Hey!)
If it's true it can't be blue—
So down with every shade of you!
DEATH TO CERULEAN! (Hey!)

Swept along in the throng
I never asked what side I'm on—
Seemed rude not to
Seemed rude not to
Seemed rude not to…
sing along