It's the title track Take me down to Carolina, I need mountain air Got seasoning in the cast-iron and some color in my hair And I could fall in love with anybody if I dare I'm an interdimensional pansexual and I don't need repair Take me down to Carolina, I need my Tarot read Got a stomach full of barbeque and existential dread It's hard to keep your thinker and your gut equally fed I'm a Marxist marching on oligarchs and a connoisseur of cornbread I've been reading gender theory and attending demonstrations And I have watched my people nearing class emancipation Take me down to Carolina on a Cardinal's wings Got Guthrie in my gullet, Lord, and a few new songs to sing I'm opening up a restaurant where you don't pay anything Where the foods aplenty and the friends are many Won't you come along with me? I've been doing candle magick And reading Howard Zinn And, while I'm no fanatic I do believe that what we need Is radical movement towards equity and justice To dismantle white supremacy entirely Brick by brick By hand Together