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Man In Black
Well, you wonder why I always dress in black; Why you never see bright colours on my back; And why does my appearance seem to have a sombre tone. Well, there's a reason for the things that I have on.
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down; Livin' in the hopeless, hungry side of town; I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime, But is there because he's a victim of the times.
I wear the black for those who've never read, Or listened to the words that Jesus said, About the road to happiness through love and charity; Why, you'd think He's talking straight to you and me.
Well, we're doin' mighty fine, I do suppose, In our streak-of-lightnin' cars and fancy clothes. But just so we're reminded of the ones who are held back, Up front there ought to be a Man In Black.
I wear it for the sick and lonely old, For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold; I wear the black in mournin' for the lives that could have been: Each week we lose a hundred fine young men.
And, I wear it for the thousands who have died, Believin' that the Lord was on their side. I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died, Believin' that we all were on their side.
Well, there's things that never will be right I know, And things need changin' everywhere you go. But 'til we start to make a move to make a few things right, You'll never see me wear a suit of white.
Ah, I'd love to wear a rainbow every day, And tell the world that everything's OK. But I'll try to carry off a little darkness on my back, 'Til things are brighter, I'm the Man In Black.
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