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