Train arrive, it's sixteen coaches long Well, that long black train take my baby and gone Mystery train, rollin' down the track Train, train, rollin' 'round the bend Well, it took my baby, people it won't be coming back Well, it took my baby, people it

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

Black roses on the ground Empty bottles on the table Silhouettes of people dancing To an unfamiliar sound Hello stranger Can I call you a friend? My friend, I'm going down With empty bottles on the table Wake up in the morning feeling like I'm not awake

Lady Stardust sang his songs And he was alright, the band was altogether Really quite paradise People stared at the makeup on his face Laughed at his long black hair, his animal grace The boy in the bright blue jeans Jumped up on the stage Of darkness

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

Black people: get up, get up, get up, get up Black people: get up, get up Black people I’ma get out of debt, I'ma reset Fight for the right Fight for ya life Fight for what you believe is right Everybody fight Black people: are beautiful, amazing,

But black is all I know, there ain't a thing that I would change in it Look, black is beautiful, black is excellent Black is pain, black is joy, black is evident It's workin' twice as hard as the people you know you're better than 'Cause you need to do

America, America And the red man is right, to expect a little from you And my brothers are all black and white, yellow too Promise and then follow through, America Well I come from, down around Tennessee But the people in California Are nice to me,

I love Paris I love the way the people move yeah I love the way the children groove Let your eyes play, let them play, let them play eh I love the way the children groove yeah You can see black and white Side by side Oh what a nice sight... I feel so

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