Jon Gibson - Ain't It Pretty lyrics

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...