Stone Temple Pilots

My friend Blue he runs the show
With hot pink purple china glow
His family trees are molded
no longer grows in summer
He holds it closer lets it go
Picks a fruit but keeps it whole
Can't keep the submarining
Can't keep the light from fading
Grab the hate and drown it out
Grab the beat and drum it out
It's all so confusing
Ain't the same for you and me
Cartoons like reality dogs and cats and children
The deepest wound is hidden
Ain't the same for you and me
Comatose commodity the superheroes dyin'
All the children cryin'
Sell more records if I'm dead
Purple flowers once again
Hope it's sooner. Hope it's near corporate records' fiscal year