The man in blue is out for you His eyes are floating in his head Stagnant and dead; soon you'll be there too Two tired eyes in the race He has countless to save His collection is boundless Adds to his face He's on your back Picking up the slack Lacking self-identity His mask dissolved in entropy He seeks order in disarray Inhuman logic Wheels and headlights point ahead On his way no goal in sight You'll always see him in the night He's in your bed The man in blue is out for you The man in blue is out for you The man in blue is out for you The man in blue is out for you He's on your back Picking up the slack