Getting my facts from a Benetton ad
\nI’m lookin’ thru African eyes
\nLit by the glare of an L.A. fire
\nI’ve got a face, not just my race, Bang
\nBang I’ve got you babe
\nSun comes up and the man goes down
\nAnd the woman comes again
\nJust an hour or so to be safe from fear
\nThen we jump thru hoops, we’re
\ndivisible now, just disappear
\nWe reach out over race and hold each other’s hands
\nThen die in the flames singing “we\u00a0shall overcome”
\nWhoa! What’s going on?
\nThere’ll be some blood no doubt about it
\nBut we’ll come thru don’t doubt it
\nI look into your eyes and I know
\nYou won’t kill me
\nYou won’t kill me
\nYou won’t kill me
\nBut I look into your eyes
\nAnd I wonder sometimes<\/p>\n
Oh Lord, just let him see me
\nLord, Lord just let him hear me
\nLet him call me brother
\nLet him put his arms around me
\nLet him put his hands together.<\/p>\n
Reach over race and hold each
\nother’s hands
\nWalk thru the nite thinking we are the world
\nWoa! What’s going on?
\nThere’ll be some blood no doubt about it
\nBut we’ll come thru don’t doubt it
\nI look into your eyes and I know you won’t kill me
\nYou won’t kill me
\nYou won’t kill me
\nBut I wonder why
\nYes, and I wonder why sometimes<\/p>\n
They’ll show us how to break the rules
\nBut never how to make the rules
\nReduce us down to witless punks
\nFacist cries both black and
\nWhite, who’s got the blood,
\nWho’s got the gun.<\/p>\n
Putting on the black tie, cranking
\nout the white noise
\n(Just a fool!)<\/p>\n