"I Wanna Be Black" (np?)

[s~Z]

Note the last line as well:

TROUBLE EVERY DAY from FZ's first, FREAK OUT:

Well, I'm about to get upset 
>From watchin' my TV 
Been checkin' out the news 
Until my eyeballs fail to see 
I mean to say that every day 
Is just another rotten mess 
And when it's gonna change, my friend 
Is anybody's guess 

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' 
Hopin' for the best 
Even think I'll go to prayin' 
Every time I hear 'em sayin' 
That there's no way to delay 
That trouble comin' every day 
No way to delay that 
Trouble comin' every day 

Wednesday I watched the riot... 
I seen the cops out on the street 
Watched 'em throwin' rocks and stuff 
And chokin' in the heat 
Listened to reports 
About the whisky passin' 'round 
Seen the smoke and fire 
And the market burnin' down 
Watched while everybody 
On yer street would take a turn 
To stomp and smash and bash and crash 
And slash and bust and burn 

And I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' 
Hopin' for the best 
Even think I'll go to prayin' 
Every time I hear 'em sayin' 
That there's no way to delay 
That trouble comin' every day 
No way to delay that 
Trouble comin' every day 

Well, you can cool it, 
You can heat it... 
'Cause, baby, I don't need it... 
Take your TV tube and eat it 
'N all that phony stuff on sports 
'N all the unconfirmed reports 
You know I watched that rotten box 
Until my head begin to hurt 
>From checkin' out the way 
The newsmen say they get the dirt 
Before the guys on channel so-and-so 

And further they assert 
That any show they'll interrupt 
To bring you news if it comes up 
They say that if the place blows up 
They will be the first to tell, 
'Cause the boys they got downtown 
Are workin' hard and doin' swell, 
And if anybody gets the news 
Before it hits the street, 
They say that no one blabs it faster 
Their coverage can't be beat 

And if another woman driver 
Gets machine-gunned from her seat 
They'll send some joker with a brownie 
And you'll see it all complete 

So I'm watchin' and I'm waitin' 
Hopin' for the best 
Even think I'll go to prayin' 
Every time I hear 'em sayin' 
That there's no way to delay 
That trouble comin' every day 
No way to delay that 
Trouble comin' every day 

Hey, you know something people? 
I'm not black 
But there's a whole lots of times 
I wish I could say I'm not white! 

Well, I seen the fires burnin' 
And the local people turnin' 
On the merchants and the shops 
Who used to sell their brooms and mops 
And every other household item 
Watched the mob just turn and bite 'em 
And they say it served 'em right 
Because a few of them were white 
And it's the same across the nation 
Black and white discrimination 
Yellin' "You can't understand me!" 
'N all that other jazz they hand me 
In the papers and TV 
And all that mass stupidity 
That seems to grow more everyday 
Each time you hear some nitwit say 
He wants to go and do you in 
'Cause the color of your skin 
Just don't appeal to him 
(No matter if it's black or white) 
Because he's out for blood tonight 

You know we got to sit around at home 
And watch this thing begin 
But I bet there won't be many 
Left to see it really end 
'Cause the fire in the street 
Ain't like the fire in the heart 
And in the eyes of all this people 
Don't you know that this could start 
On any street in any town 
In any state if any clown 
Decides that now's the time to fight 
For some ideal he thinks it's right 
And if a million more agree 
There ain't no great society 
As it applies to you and me 
Our country isn't free 
And the law refuses to see 
If all that you can ever be 
Is just a lousy janitor 
Unless your uncle owns a store 
You know they'll file in a report 
Just one amount and nothing more 
Don't watch the rats go across the floor 
And make up songs about being poor 
Blow your harmonica, son!