Don\'t call me nigger, whitey! Don\'t call me whitey, nigger! Well I went down across the country, and I heard some voices rang. They was talkin\' softly to each other and not a word could change a thing. Chorus (3 separate times)

I'll supply the love You supply the night, baby I see a horseman in the sky It makes me turn and wonder why I hear the same old fourteen reasons Must be the changin' of the seasons I met the girl across the sea She saved my life and came with me A tender

Hey, pretty pretty With the sweet sweet eyes order me up another Slice of your pie Hey pretty pretty from across the room Pretty, pretty Tattoo crawlin' down her leg, so sexy So young ever get caught, they'll arrest me School girl, studied up well on

I swear by Almighty God To tell the whole truth And nothing but the truth They torture all the women and children Then they've put the men to the gun 'cause across the human frontier Freedom's always on the run Guns guns a-shaking in terror

Baby run, cut a path across the blue skies Straight in a straight line You can't get here fast enough Find a truck and fire it up Lean on the gas and off the clutch Leave Dallas in the dust I need you in a rush So baby run

Stepping in and out of that crooked crooked beat Start the car lets make a midnight run Across the river to South London To dance to the latest hi-fi sound Of bass, guitar and drum Seeking out a rhythm that can take the pressure off Take a piece of

Land of the free, land of the free In the land of the free I'm standing crying (oh oh oh oh) Can't wipe the wind-blown smile from across my face It's just the old man in me Washing his truck at the Sinclair station In the land of the free (ooh) His

Hey there, new friend across the sea If you figure things out, would you figure in me? And how long has that been? Wouldn't it be a thing To live somewhere quietly where there's a breeze And there's a reason for us to be I look at people here in this

I don't wanna go to school I just wanna break the rules Comin' up until we die Boys and girls across the world Putting on our dancing shoes Going to the discotheque Getting high and getting wrecked Na-na na na And never stop, it's how we ride

And I want you to know Burning tyres on the freeway No one in sight Thre's a raging calm Across the land tonight Voice on the radio says Another one's down tonight. It don't matter anymore