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