He was quarantine-tied to north side, black

I was sentenced, locked-down in south town, white

But, if you put our arms real close he'd be brown and I'd be yellow

We spent our days pushing the boundless grey

We heard it all

Archaic calls are still Instamatic-bright

When they broke the skin he and I were...

When we broke the skin he and I were red

Red

I'd steal and drive North-55 in blue night

He'd find places to hide from violet faces

Same Mississippi for all was close, spiraling umber from Baden to Bottom Road

We were covered with passion-circles of purple

It's all the same

Though shades have changed, it's still a monochromatic fight

When we break the skin you and I...

But, when we break the skin you and I are red

Red