Lyrics

When it comes and you get the very shudder And maybe you were not so much being like the other So get in line you're losing time Don't burn golden eagles just to feel sublime It's like a liquor store I don't live here anymore Just flying a kite that's out of sight Except you see I'm innocent It's not my fault I live in a vault I lost my glasses and it's time to run Into summer setting sun The native land is revolution It's got my Mississippi attention When you're all white are you all black I'm all green and she's all purple