Mouths Of Babes Any Other Day
There's a black man in the White House
They say everything's OK
They say a long time ago, it was real bad, you know
But not today
But when the shots rang out in the middle of the heartland, no one had to try
It was just like any other day a black man woke up and died
So sing a song of six bullets, a pocket full of lies
And cut me off another piece of that American pie
There's a black man in my neighborhood
He always seems to be good, or at least OK
When I see him on his front porch
He says, “Have a beautiful day”
But when the shots rang out in the city of Oakland, no one had to try
It was just like any other day a black man woke up and died
So sing a song of six bullets, a pocket full of lies
And cut me off another piece of that American pie
When the pie is opened the birds will sing and fly
And when I see them coming I'm gonna laugh, I'm gonna cry
Now Oprah, she's on TV again
She's everybody's friend, yeah, it's all OK
Back in ‘64 they passed a law
To be sure it would be this way
But when shots rang out on a Cleveland playground, no one had to try
It was just like any other day a black boy woke up and died
So sing a song of six bullets, a pocket full of lies
And cut me off another piece of that American pie
Yeah, cut me off another piece of the American pie
