Chelsea Blue - The Mission

It’s just like you oh Chelsea Blue

to ask me to fly and then you tether my wings

I always knew oh Chelsea Blue

how cold is the blood that flows through your veins

you patronize and you condescend

you delude yourself and you pretend

Too often wiser but also more despised

I swear by all the saints I will avenge you

I’m not ungracious but I’m also not obliged

And I won’t apologise if I offend you

One man’s trash is another’s treasure

And one man’s poison is another’s pleasure

There’s always two sides to a story

Do you abhor me or adore me?

I’ve been dying to tell you Chelsea Chelsea Blue

That privilege is a flight of your conceited imagination

Does it surprise you that I despise you?

And I thank God for my emancipation

You raise your sword to my olive branch

And your empire falls like an avalanche

How can you live in such denial?

Small minded prejudice is so vile