Vanilla

I take my time To walk a straight and narrow line My mind's a haze And I am stuck in just one place No, I can barely move No, I can't get away Well, my vanilla shoes They won't let me escape Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh-oh Well, out in California They sell color TV No, but they don't want you They're what you really see Well, it's far from normal 'Cause normal, is just black and white It's something that they hide away But California, I'm okay So I told my mind To be a little less colorblind 'Cause my brain's been bleached By a digital society No, I can barely think It's so subliminal I thought my brain was pink How unoriginal Woah oh, woah oh, woah oh-oh Well out in California They sell color TV No, but they don't want you They're what you really see Well, it's far from normal 'Cause normal, is just black and white It's something that they hide away But California, I'm okay Well, la-da-da-da, da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da La-da-da-da, da-da-da-da