Made up in Blue - The Bats

He’s my man and his minds made up in blue

All those friends he’s been talking to

His kiddin' ways are coming to an end now

Your only kind is waiting for it’s time

But I don’t know my minds made up in blue

All those friends you’ve been talking to

The scars on his hands are glowing like his eyes now

As he grips on to another day

Ones with better times have gone by now

Better times are when you’re in control

His second rate ravings don’t thrill me

Even if they did some time before

Only his blue eyes still drill me

As I get to know my friend the floor