You've Got It Bad (Single Version) Video (MV)

Pretty please, melisma queen
Make the other children sing
Instead of making me your private assignment
There is music in mystique
Tiny sparkles in the street
Good intentions still engraved in your pavement
But when it rains, your colors clash
Showing rust in bricks and brass
Turning spaceships into segregated study sessions
When it's cold, the fixtures freeze
Fairer flesh and finer speech
Dress the lobby for unseasonably warm receptions
Never say we weren't patient, tested every step
But we can take the blame for trusting in something
Oh dad, you've got it bad
There's something out of place in every silence, will the searching ever stop
Graduate to better things
Cinder blocks and April flings
Constellations of success and succession
Pass beneath the maker's mark
Chalk the sidewalks after dark
And sketch the outline of our deaths and redemption
Misdemeanors painted black
Pierce the amniotic sac
We perceive the grace that goes before divine acceptance
So heed the master's marching drum
Old New Hampshire, here we come
Off to work inside the system as its best defendants
Never say we courted danger, or dastardly intent
But we can take the blame for trusting in one thing
Oh dad, you've got it bad
There's something out of place in every silence, will the searching ever stop