| 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 |