You've Got It Bad (Single Version) Lyrics

Pretty please, melisma queen

Make the other children sing

Instead of making me your private assignment

There is music in mystique

Tiny sparkles in the street

Good intentions still engraved in your pavement

But when it rains, your colors clash

Showing rust in bricks and brass

Turning spaceships into segregated study sessions

When it's cold, the fixtures freeze

Fairer flesh and finer speech

Dress the lobby for unseasonably warm receptions

Never say we weren't patient, tested every step

But we can take the blame for trusting in something

Oh dad, you've got it bad

There's something out of place in every silence, will the searching ever stop

Graduate to better things

Cinder blocks and April flings

Constellations of success and succession

Pass beneath the maker's mark

Chalk the sidewalks after dark

And sketch the outline of our deaths and redemption

Misdemeanors painted black

Pierce the amniotic sac

We perceive the grace that goes before divine acceptance

So heed the master's marching drum

Old New Hampshire, here we come

Off to work inside the system as its best defendants

Never say we courted danger, or dastardly intent

But we can take the blame for trusting in one thing

Oh dad, you've got it bad

There's something out of place in every silence, will the searching ever stop