Up in the hills they are having a white riot,
With no violence or protesting for change,
They simply buy it.
If you're thinking I'm Caucasian, well, I'm actually gray.
I was conceived on Ash Wednesday,
and stoned on Christmas day.
My baby's meditating to stop the war,
But I got myself a rifle,
'cause I ain't gonna get,
Walked on anymore.
Out my window I see a battle of hawks.
My best friend has been dead for years,