Getting my facts from a Benetton 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 
divisible 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!)