...for your eyes onlyThey say the white man is never the same way twiceThey say the white man has no soulThey say the black man only knows jungle justiceThey say the brown man is a filthy IndianThey say an Indian doesn't come from IndiaThey say the yellow man can't driveThey say an in-between man has no peopleThey say a woman has no mind of her ownYou know, they say a lot of thingsThey say it's all in the cardsThey say a dream come true is a nightmareBut it took more than dreams to get hereNothing much is left to chanceWe see the Sun only at a glanceEverything has to be just-soLet them say what they wantLet's see whose hands have the most blistersLet them try to pull down the starsThat were created by our brothers and sistersIn a perfect world, we'd all have 40 acres and a muleBut this ain't a perfect world, it's a perfect stormThe Earth may shake us all down to HellWhichever way the winds may blow, may they blow warmNothing much is left to chanceWe see the Sun only at a glanceEverything has to be just-soA club, to beat DeathA heart, so there's something to loseA diamond, for your eyesAnd a spade, to dig withNothing much is left to chanceWe see the Sun only at a glanceEverything has to be just-so
