Lyrics
Mama’s working in the garden
She’s picking herbs so she could feed them
The dinner roll’s the only value
Saying “look what I did, so I could feed them”
Christians in black
Shuttled between LA and Oakland
Miles and miles between and above them
Born and raised to be an alcoholic
Were you to old or young to stop it?
Christians in black
Once I faked election
Idle eyes that don’t get met
With feelings out in the open
Every day is just like the next
Christians in black
She’s picking herbs so she could feed them
The dinner roll’s the only value
Saying “look what I did, so I could feed them”
Christians in black
Shuttled between LA and Oakland
Miles and miles between and above them
Born and raised to be an alcoholic
Were you to old or young to stop it?
Christians in black
Once I faked election
Idle eyes that don’t get met
With feelings out in the open
Every day is just like the next
Christians in black
