Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What It Means, artist - Drive-By Truckers. Album song American Band, in the genre Альтернатива
Date of issue: 29.09.2016
Record label: ATO
Song language: English
What It Means |
He was running down the street |
When they shot him in his tracks |
About the only thing agreed upon |
Is he ain’t coming back |
There won’t be any trial |
So the air it won’t be cleared |
There’s just two sides calling names |
Out of anger out of fear |
If you say it wasn’t racial |
When they shot him in his tracks |
Well I guess that means that you ain’t black |
It means that you ain’t black |
I mean Barack Obama won |
And you can choose where to eat |
But you don’t see too many white kids lying |
Bleeding on the street |
In some town in Missouri |
But it could be anywhere |
It could be right here on Ruth Street |
In fact it’s happened here |
And it happened where you’re sitting |
Wherever that might be |
And it happened last weekend |
And it will happen again next week |
And when they turned him over |
They were surprised there was no gun |
I mean he must have done something |
Or else why would he have run |
And they’ll spin it for the anchors |
On the television screen |
So we can shrug and let it happen |
Without asking what it means |
What it means? |
What it means? |
Then I guess there was protesting |
And some looting in some stores |
And someone was reminded that |
They ain’t called colored folks no more |
I mean we try to be politically |
Correct when we call names |
But what’s the point of post-racial |
When old prejudice remains? |
And that guy who killed that kid |
Down in Florida standing ground |
Is free to beat up on his girlfriend |
And wave his brand new gun around |
While some kid is dead and buried |
And laying in the ground |
With a pocket full of Skittles |
What it means? |
What it means? |
Astrophysics at our fingertips |
And we’re standing at the summit |
And some man with a joystick |
Lands a rocket on a comet |
We’re living in an age |
Where limitations are forgotten |
The outer edges move and dazzle us |
But the core is something rotten |
And we’re standing on the precipice |
Of prejudice and fear |
We trust science just as long |
As it tells us what we want to hear |
We want our truths all fair and balanced |
As long as our notions lie within it |
There’s no sunlight in our asses |
And our heads are stuck up in it |
And our heroes may be rapists |
Who watch us while we dream |
But don’t look to me for answers |
'Cause I don’t know what it means |
What it means? |
What it means??? |