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