Tired - First Aid Kit

We’re tired of being white

And we’re tired of being black

And we’re not going to be white

And we’re not going to be black any longer

We’re going to be voices now

Disembodied voices in the blue sky

Pleasant harmonies in the cavities of your distress

And we’re going to stay this way until you straighten up

Until your suffering makes you calm

And you can believe the word of God

Who has told you so many times

And in so many ways

To love on another

Or at least not to torture and murdr in the name of some stupid vomit-making

human idea

That makes God turn away from you

And darken the cosmos with inconceivable sorrow

We’re tired of being white

And we’re tired of being black

And we’re not going to be white

And we’re not going to be black

Any longer

We’re going to be voices now