The
blue helmets
In
boxes arriving in lorry
For
the youth to turn blue
On
the roads
Bee
Anne paint the blue
In
the mind to paint the town
Telling
others look at us
We
are the blues gang
The
blues on their faces
Don't
they know they are way out already?
Riding
the blue waves on the roads
The
smog gets into their lives
The
revving of machines
The
blue helmets in the wind
Dancing
on the bumpy rides
It's
time they learned the truth
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