Blue could be the color of the hair To shut its eyes and plead to fare Too late it's thought out through the double doors Trailing wake stains on the floor Man on the tank Man on the tank The philosopher's nightmare But he just sits there Blue could be the color of the eyes To speak the truth or tell the off-white lies A fanning flame, too tame for cynical dues Left subtle quips to fill the room with blues Man on the tank Man on the tank The philosopher's nightmare But he just sits there Man on the tank Man on the tank The philosopher's nightmare But he just sits there Man on the tank Man on the tank The philosopher's nightmare But he just sits there