Getting my facts from a Benetton ad Im lookin thru African eyes Lit by the glare of an L.A. fire Ive got a face, not just my race, Bang Bang Ive got you babe Sun comes up and the man goes down And the woman comes again Just an hour or so to be safe from fear Then we jump thru hoops, were divisible now, just disappear We reach out over race and hold each others hands Then die in the flames singing "we shall overcome" Whoa! Whats going on? Therell be some blood no doubt about it But well come thru dont doubt it I look into your eyes and I know you wont kill me You wont kill me You wont kill me But I look into your eyes And I wonder sometimes
Oh Lord, just let him see me Lord, Lord just let him hear me Let him call me brother Let him put his arms around me Let him put his hands together.
Reach over race and hold each others hands Walk thru the nite thinking we are the world Woa! Whats going on? Therell be some blood no doubt about it But well come thru dont doubt it I look into your eyes and I know you wont kill me You wont kill me You wont kill me But I wonder why Yes, and I wonder why sometimes
Theyll show us how to break the rules But never how to make the rules Reduce us down to witless punks Facist cries both black and white, whos got the blood, whos got the gun.
Putting on the black tie, cranking out the white noise (Just a fool!)
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