Getting my facts from a Benetton ad
I'm lookin' [bad word] 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 [bad word] up and the man goes down
And the [bad word] again
Just an hour or so to be safe from fear
Then we jump [bad word] 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 [bad word] 
Whoa! What's going on?
There'll be some blood no doubt about it
But [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word] the nite thinking we are the world
Woa! What's going on?
There'll be some blood no doubt about it
But [bad word] [bad word] 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 [bad word] But never how to make [bad word] 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!)