Blue Eyes

You terrify the land

You are pestle and mortar

Your first love's New Order

Mother Nature's Son

King Of The Everglades: Population 1

I write poetry for myself

I write poetry for myself

Oh, baby

You're a permanent figure of jacked-up sorrow

I want you to love me. You send me a coffin of roses

I guess that's the way that things go these days

Take pills, for instance, I heard they're no good for you

"I won't and I never will," she said

"I won't and I never will

I won't and I never will

I won't and I never will

I won't and I never will"

Blue Eyes, blue eyes

Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me

They had it in for me, they had it in for me

Oh, baby can't you see they had it in for me

(I won't and I never will)

They had it in for me

Blue Eyes

Oh baby, you got those blue eyes

I sent a message in a bottle to the press

It said, "Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves

Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves

Don't be ashamed or disgusted with yourselves"

"I've thumbed through the books on your shelves

I've thumbed through the books on your shelves

I've thumbed through the books on your shelves

I've thumbed through the books on your shelves"

Blue Eyes