Lyrics

Red conglomerations that withstand, uphold, endure
Cite the Ten Commandments, We the People are Not Sure
Through the futures past if we'll chart out to some place new
I wish someone would look at me like how I look at you

Dead men thank their lucky stars for one last heaven meal
White men walk in khakis when they know no need to steal
New men don't exist, there is no picture, just a clue
I wish someone would look at me like how I look at you

Fed a real battalion to the lion in his den
Might be rough to stomach, sought electable, but then
Blue rings connect yin and yang, leave little left to do
I wish someone would look at me like how I look at you

Hardiness makes me a mess like 105 North Tower
Purity, in a sense, dyes dynamic by the valour
The color of the Chief suggests in something wise and true
I wish that you would look at me like how I look at you