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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