Getting my facts from a Benneton ad I'm lookin' through 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 through 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 through 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 through the night thinking we are the world Woa! What's going on? There'll be some blood no doubt about it But we'll come through 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!)
Written by: David Bowie