Texty: Mission Uk. Chelsea Blue.

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 apologize 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
Chelsea Blue, I despise you