Black Is Back In Style

We gave the cities to the women
We thought it was the least that we could do
We were under the impression that freedom
Was more than just the freedom
To wipe shit off of your shoe
And we talked about the way that people are
As we drive towards Salt Lake
Away from a lake of fire, we say
«How could they not have known?!
How could they not have known?!»
Until we drive fifty miles too far
And we will find a spot in the sun
Where we will let our hearts run wild
They will come back late
They will come back black
But then we’ll hear black is back in style
Said they will come back broken
They will come back black
But then we’ll hear that black is back in style
And we’ll be the last to know
We’ll be the last to know
We’ll be the last to know
That black is back in style
We’ll be the last to know
We’ll be the last to know
We’ll be the last to know
That black is back in style