White Boy Blues Lyrics

Underneath the opal moon,
People shimmer by - they treat me like a snowman,
Found inside a trashcan.
Crave white yellow and cherries brown and I dance
Awhile - and treat me like a snowman, drive me like
A wildman, faror for a white boy blues.

If it's a word, I was overwild.
Stay for a wonderful while with a suncomforted smile.
'Cos when we kiss my heart pulsates into
A bossa nova beat - and treat me like a snowman,
Drive me like a wildman faror for a white boy blues.

But mostly I sit and I sleep in a Holiday bin
With all of my friends...

There can be such music as would kill a man,
Instantly,
Inner objectives rule under the opal moon...
Under the opal moon: white boy blues.