I've often wondered what it's like to wear your shoes
Running in circles when a straight line's what I'd choose
You lug the gear but you don't hear the muse's voice
Less of a pa**ion and much more a career choice.
You had no teacher and you claim that's your defense.
But years tick by yet still you love your ignorance
We try to reach and teach and shower back that cause
But your whole world is pat on back, handshake, applause.
Hey bebop what's it like to be inside your head
Beating a horse that you refuse to see is dead
Hey bebop what's it like to mistake that for this
I G N O R A N C E can't be bliss
I've often wondered what it's like behind your eyes
Rose-coloured cataracts concocting careful lies
You don't report you just distort words you receive
Can't even see that those aren't compliments they leave.
Hey bebop what's it like to be inside your head
Beating a horse that you refuse to see is dead
Hey bebop what's it like to mistake that for this
I G N O R A N C E can't be bliss
You always played the same song
You always played the chords wrong
You never thought anything through
We tried to sell you changes
We tried to make arrangements
We tried until our reds were blue
And at the end of it there was nothing left to do
That's why I'm through with you
I've often wondered what it's like to wear your shoes
You get the paper but you seldom get the news
Swimming in bliss you miss that this noise is quite absurd.
You never think of what you'll hear just what you've heard
Hey bebop what's it like to be inside your head
Beating a horse that you refuse to see is dead
Hey bebop what's it like to mistake that for this
I G N O R A N C E can't be bliss, can it?