Texty: Placebo. Black Market Music. 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"
And 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