Saved By The Buoyancy Of Citrus Lyrics

I’m in the red
I’ve got the blues
I’m token black
An early greying fool
I need an orange
I need a lime
I need a last name that don’t feel like such a crime
I feel 16
I feel 60
I feel 9 to 5
So sick of rent checks
So sick of life vests
So sick of 5 foot 9
Once was lost but now am drowned