Colored By – Daniel Amos – letras

You might not recognize, the truth gets colored byWrong things, bad things do disguiseAfraid you might despise the real thingThe real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-ohDown in southern cal we don’t wear shoesWe lay it way backWhen someone with charisma tells me « Don’t wear shoes »I tell them « Go back where did you get that? »You might not recognize, the truth gets colored byWrong things, bad things do disguiseAfraid you might despise the real thingThe real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-ohDown in Africa they beat the drumThey like the big beatWhite man through the P.A. says « Don’t beat that drum »They tell him « Go back, where does it say that? »The real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-ohDown at the little church they all wear hatsThey feel they’re doing rightOver at the big church they hate those hatsIt get’s them uptight now is that right?You might not recognize, the truth gets colored byWrong things, bad things do disguiseAfraid you might despise the real thingThe real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-ohThe real thing whoa-oh