Visceral

This is something visceral

The way we're deprived of basic ways to define ourselves

It's tragical

You take it so hard that we just don't look the part

But I believe that we can change it

This incessant hyping of the stereotypes

I think you downright lyin'

If you claim to know people you've never met

I know it's b-b-b-b-basic

But somehow, some people haven't n-n-n-nailed it

That we are individuals with individual tastes

It doesn't matter what color or what r-r-r-r-race you are

Or where you're from

I know it's basic

But somehow, some people haven't n-n-n-nailed it

That we are individuals with individual tastes

It doesn't matter what color or what r-r-r-r-race you are

Or where you're from, yeah

Screwin' up the golden fields

Stealin' from your righteous peers

Standin' up to subtle cheer

Maybe we're just sensitive

We go round in circles and we make ourselves nauseous

Contrafactual

You meant nothing by it, we must deal with satire

But then what if it's just plain wrong?

This incessant pointing to your dress

Or ways you choose to cut your hair

What if we wanted just a bit more slack

I know it's b-b-b-b-basic

But somehow, some people haven't n-n-n-nailed it

That we are individuals with individual tastes

It doesn't matter what color or what r-r-r-r-race you are

Or where you're from

Screwin' up the golden fields

Stealin' from your righteous peers

Standin' up to subtle cheer