Consistent cabernet
Distorts what I portray
Whitewashed women go and press play
But it's not my forte
At night I watch the pigeons
Go fly their way back home
But I have yet to find my
Colored lines and telephone
Some folks they see a better way
All I see is just the headlines on display
The best minds of my generation
Fell into the trap of routine
They were covered by a body blanket
Mixed with blood and gasoline
Too busy being entertained
To take their face off the screen
A reoccurring image
Maybe it's Meybelline
Some folks they see a better way
All I see is just the headlines on display
Some folks they see a better way
Some folks they see a better way
Some folks they see a better way
All I see is just the headlines on display