Terence Trent D'arby - Zugebrian Blues lyrics

He was a minstrel, he was a minister He was a wastrel, just left of a sinister Minded Committee, a bit too far socialist For Creative Inventory, if you can get my gist Him as in hemorrhoid, her as in hurricane They took our world and wrapped it in cellophane Here we are Trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues, Stealing our traveling shoes. ‘Difficultarians' kissing barbarians And mixing the minds up of all the Aryans Why should I apologize for being a man, When all the fight is in our own hands? You'll have to beat me and make me bleed ‘cause I'm not a snitch and you'll die before me Here we are trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues Wasting our traveling shoes Z as in Zeitgeist U as in Ubiquitous G as in Graveyard that Each had to dig for us B as in ‘Beat down' R as in ‘All Right' I as in I saw a nuclear oversight A as in Abattoir, we were the sacrifice N as in ‘Enemy', as cold as a block of ice Here we are trapped in a Snow Globe by these Zugebrian Blues Taxing our traveling shoes