You cut your hair last month and dyed it blue
There’s choices now, but which choice will you choose?
You choose to hold a blue sign at the march
A rebel searching for a patriarch
But patriarchs have vanished—you are freed
The government supplies your every need
You left us for a better man: the State
Red, white, and blue: the colors of your fate
The State says you may ride the carousel
With partners serial—or parallel
No judgment from down here nor from above
You have your pick in lovers—but not love
A life of disassociated scenes
Are acted out for men on bluish screens
These men on screens can make you feel alive
But what will be your plan at thirty-five?
Become a doctor, lawyer—rule the world
Play any role except for Wife, or Girl
If this blue future makes you feel alone
Remember that we love you, remember and come home.