Getting My Facts From A Benneton Ad


I'm Lookin' Thru African Eyes


Lit By The Glare Of An L.A. Fire


I've Got A Face, Not Just My Race, Bang Bang I've 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, We're Divisable Now, Just Disappear





We Reach Out Over Race And Hold Each Other's Hands


Then Die In The Flames Singing "we Shall Overcome"


Whoa! What's Going On?


There'll Be Some Blood No Doubt About It


But We'll Come Thru Don't Doubt It


I Look Into Your Eyes And I Know You Won't Kill Me


You Won't Kill Me


You Won't 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 Other's Hands


Walk Thru The Nite Thinking We Are The World


Woa! What's Going On?


There'll Be Some Blood No Doubt About It


But We'll Come Thru Don't Doubt It





I Look Into Your Eyes And I Know You Won't Kill Me


You Won't Kill Me


You Won't Kill Me


But I Wonder Why


Yes, And I Wonder Why Sometimes





They'll 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, Who's Got The Blood, Who's Got The Gun.





Putting On The Black Tie, Cranking Out The White Noise





(Just A Fool!)