"What It Means" lyrics - DRIVE-BY TRUCKERS

He was running down the street when they shot him in his tracks
About the only thing agreed upon is he ain't coming back
There won't be any trial so the air it won't be cleared
There's just two sides calling names out of anger and of fear
If you say it wasn't racial when they shot him in his tracks
Well, I guess that means that you ain't black, it means that you ain't black
I mean Barack Obama won and you can choose where to eat
But you don't see too many white kids lying bleeding on the street

In some town in Missouri but it could be anywhere
It could be right here on Ruth Street, in fact it's happened here
And it happened where you're sitting, wherever that might be
And it happened last weekend and it will happen again next week
And when they turned him over, they were surprised there was no gun
I mean, he must have done something, or else why would he have run
And they'll spin it for the anchors on the television screen
So we can shrug and let it happen without asking what it means
What it means

What it means

Then I guess there was protesting and some looting in some stores
And someone was reminded that they ain't called colored folks no more
I mean we try to be politically correct when we call names
But what's the point of post-racial when old prejudices remains?
And that guy who killed that kid down in Florida standing ground
Is free to beat up on his girlfriend and wave his brand new gun around
While some kid is dead and buried and laying in the ground
With a pocket full of Skittles
What it means

What it means

Astrophysics at our fingertips and we're standing at the summit
And some man with a joystick lands a rocket on a comet
We're living in an age where limitations are forgotten
The outer edges move and dazzle us but the core is something rotten
And we're standing at the precipice of prejudice and fear
We trust science just as long as it tells us what we want to hear
We want our truths all fair and balanced as long as our notions lie within it
There's no sunlight in our asses and our heads are stuck up in it
And our heroes may be rapists who watch us while we dream
But don't look to me for answers 'cause I don't know what it means
What it means

What it means