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!)