Lyrics:

Mama's working in the garden
She's picking herbs so she could feed them
The dinner roll's the only value
Saying 'look what I did, so I could feed them'

Christians in black
Christians in black
Christians in black

Shuttled between L.A. and Oakland
Miles and miles between and above them
Born and raised to be an alcoholic
Were you too old or young to stop it?

Christians in black
Christians in black
Christians in black

Once I faked election
Idle eyes that don't get met
With feelings out in the open
Every day's just like the next

Christians in black
Christians in black
Christians in black

Christians in black
Christians in black
Christians in black