Mirror Mirror on the wall
Who's the most deranged of all
Slavery must be coming back
Cause I can't even pray aloud
Talk to me, clouds
I think I got your point
About flappin' windows and things
But isn't your mouth doing the same?
Got a message?
Spit it out
My time is different than yours
I might be wrong but you're not right
Bibbity-bobbity
He's wearing my clothes
And he operates in daytime
Tried talking to him but
There was someone else there
A grandfather, an heir, who knows
Please shut up your flesh
And seep into my bone
Home is where the love is
So I guess I'm a vagrant
Mirror Mirror on the wall
What's the strangest planet of all
Slavery must be coming back
Cause no one stands out in a crowd
Rain on us, clouds