Out of work!
Out of work!
Mmm-mmm...
Mirror on the wall, what do you say?
You gotta go out, boy, and make some money
When you get out there, you better beware
'Cause some of those folks don't give a care, no
There's one thing I know for sure, baby
There's not enough love to go around
So be kind and give it to those who need it
And be always ready to forgive, oh...
Ain't it pretty, how we have to live
Oh, ain't it pretty, yeah, hey, hey
Ain't it pretty what we have to give
Oh, ain't it pretty, yeah, hey, hey
Hello, Westside, what do you say?
Boy, your skin's too dark for me
Hello, Eastside, what do you say?
Man, your skin's too white to see, oh...
Lying and cheating just to get over
Too many people live this way, much too many
Remember your mother and what she told you:
"Do unto one and they'll do to you"
Ain't it pretty, how we have to live
Oh, ain't it pretty, yeah, hey, hey
Listen to me now
Ain't it pretty what we have to give
Oh, ain't it pretty, no
One more day has pa**ed away
No time to contemplate the way
Mmm, what do you have to say?
Out of work and on the street
There's no room for a man who knows defeat
'Cause you got to be strong, you got to be tough
Once you get some money, you can't get enough
Well, you say you want to know how this country ticks
There's a whole world fill of lunatics
Ah, you just send a letter to the president
You might get a reply, before your life is spent
Walkin' through Central Park
Is like takin' a hand grenade apart
You never know where you stand
You take your life in your hand
It don't matter where you go in this great land
People running for their lives overseas
We treat them like they got some kind of disease
If nuclear remains the trend
There won't be no country to defend
Ain't it pretty, how we have to live
Oh, ain't it pretty, yeah
Ain't it pretty what we have to give
Oh, ain't it pretty, no
People dying all over the world
Ain't it pretty, oh...
Listen to me
Children starving all over the world
Ain't it pretty, no, no
Ain't it pretty, how we have to live
Oh, ain't it pretty
Can I tell you all about it
Ain't it pretty what we have to give
Oh, ain't it pretty, nothin's ever pretty
When everyone's crying, everybody's lying
Everybody's trying to make it in this world
While children are dying, mothers are crying
People are trying to get higher, higher, higher
High, higher
To get higher, higher, higher, high, higher, oh...