Someone’s down in the kitchen
I can hear the smoke through the floor
Someone’s mixing up the rain and the wind
I can smell it beating on the door
I know his coat won’t protect me
sometimes the worst it comes true
so i light the incense with my cigarette
call it Buddha Blue
I was walking through a dream last Friday night
I was tossing and turning all day
All the sights and the sounds, the bark of the hounds
All I could do was to turn away
Tune it out, turn it off, deny and distract
Anything to get me through
Volume and speed is all that i need and you
call it Buddha Blue
Mixing oil and blood, power and place body bags full of denial
while they bully and jeer and sell us more fear a nation’s soul goes on trial
Someone's down in the kitchen
I could laugh and I could cry
Someone's mixing up the wind and the rain
Stirring up the how and why
Been bad before just outside the door
But it's bleak inside here too
Meditate on greed and hate
And call it Buddha Blue
(alternate last verse)
Someone’s down in the kitchen
I could laugh or I could cry
Someone’s mixing up the rain and the wind
They know how but they don’t know why
(Now success is just getting by)
it’s been bad before they’re always at the door
but this is bleaker than I ever knew
meditate on the greed and the hate and you call it Buddha Blue
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