Black Tie White Noise - Urban Mix

Cranking up (black)

Cranking up (white)

Cranking up (black, black)

Cranking up (white, white)

Cranking up white noise

Cranking up (black tie white)

Cranking up (white noise)

Getting my facts from a Benetton ad

Lookin' through African eyes (no)

Lit by the glare of an L.A. fire (black tie, white noise)

(Cranking up) I've got a face, not just my race

Bang, bang, I've got you babe

Putting on the black tie

Cranking up the white noise

(Cranking up) sun comes up and the man goes down

Woman comes again

Just an hour or so to be safe from fear (black tie, white noise)

(Cranking up) then we jump through hoops

We're divisible now, just disappear

Putting on the black tie

Cranking up the white noise

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? (What's going on?)

(There'll be some blood, no doubt about it)

But we'll come through, don't doubt it

I look into your eyes and I know I won't kill you

I look into your eyes and I know you won't kill me

You won't kill me, you won't kill me, no

But I look into your eyes and I wonder sometimes

Cranking up white

Cranking up white (putting on the black tie)

Cranking out the white noise

Oh Lord, just let him see me

Lord, Lord yeah, let him hear me

Let him call me brother

Let him put his arms around me

Let him put his hands together

Reach out over race and hold each other's hands

Walk through the night thinking we are the world

Whoa, what's going on? (What's going on?)

(There'll be some blood, no doubt about it)

We should come through, don't doubt it

(I looked into your eyes and I know I won't kill you)

And I turn my back, for I know you won't kill me

You won't kill me, yeah, you won't kill me, no

But I wonder why, yes, I wonder why sometimes

Cranking up

Cranking up white

Cra— (putting on the black tie)

Cranking up white noise

They'll show us how to break the rules

But never how to make the rules

Reduce us down to witless punks (black tie, white noise)

(Cranking up) fascist cries both black and white

Who's got the blood, who's got the gun? Ooh, yeah

Cranking up

Cranking up (ooh yeah)

Cranking up white noise (black tie, white noise)

Cranking up (take it now)

Cranking up