Stop talking in codes Let me know what's up I need a love to celebrate So baby, take it all the way Stop talking in codes, stop talking in codes Tell me black and white Why I'm here tonight I can't read the signs Can't do it no more

Anything goes The world has gone mad today And good’s bad today And day’s night today And black’s white today And most guys today that women prize today Are just silly gigolos In olden days a glimpse of stocking Was looked on as something shocking

Say fuck the drug test, go'n pass my gas mask Flat screen, I back back, I see my racks stacked I wanna live like a drug lord, but I wanna be glorious Sometimes I feel like a kingpin, I'm so victorious I got a white and a black girl, they look like an

Underneath we're all the same I've been around a while I know wrong from right And since a long time ago Things been always black and white Just like you can't judge a book by the cover We all gotta be careful

Walking through the front door, Seeing your black dress hit the floor, Uh honey there sure ain't nothing like you loving me All night long, Tuxedo waiters, black tie, White table clothes and red wine, We've been planning, this night, Looking forward to

White riot, I want to riot White riot, a riot of my own Just what they're told to And nobody wants To go to jail Black man gotta lotta problems But they don't mind throwing a brick White people go to school Where they teach you how to be thick

It don't matter if you're black or white But, if you're thinkin' about my baby Yea, yea, yea now I took my baby on a Saturday bang Boy is that girl with you Yes we're one and the same Now I believe in miracles And a miracle has happened tonight

We'll get higher and higher Oh that's what dreams are made of Straight up we'll climb Leave it all behind So baby dry your eyes, save all The tears you've cried World turns black and white Pictures in an empty room Your love starts fallin down

We were born and raised in black and white The wind blows hard across the Texas planes Makes some people go insane While others quietly pray for rain That's where we came from Two boys playing in the burning sun One with books, one with guns Mama calls

And I should know I've given up all I can To leave a trace I'll find my own way back A lifeline to highs and lows To seeing the bright side We wait for the afterglow To cover the blind side All of the black and white