David Bowie Lyric Book

Black Tie White Noise

Getting my facts from a Benetton ad 

I'm lookin' thru African eyes

Lit by the glare of an L.A. fire

I've got a face, not just my race, Bang 

Bang I've got you babe

Sun comes up and the man goes down 

And the woman comes again

Just an hour or so to be safe from fear

Then we jump thru hoops, we're

divisible now, just disappear

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?

There'll be some blood no doubt about it 

But we'll come thru don't doubt it

I look into your eyes and I know

you won't kill me

You won't kill me

You won't kill me

But I look into your eyes

And I wonder sometimes

Oh Lord, just let him see me 

Lord, Lord just let him hear me

Let him call me brother

Let him put his arms around me

Let him put his hands together.

Reach over race and hold each

other's hands

Walk thru the nite thinking we are the world

Woa! What's going on?

There'll be some blood no doubt about it 

But we'll come thru don't doubt it

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

You won't kill me

You won't kill me

But I wonder why

Yes, and I wonder why sometimes 

They'll show us how to break the rules 

But never how to make the rules

Reduce us down to witless punks

Facist cries both black and 

white, who's got the blood, 

who's got the gun.

Putting on the black tie, cranking 

out the white noise

(Just a fool!)