Everything Has to Be Just-So

...for your eyes only

They say the white man is never the same way twice

They say the white man has no soul

They say the black man only knows jungle justice

They say the brown man is a filthy Indian

They say an Indian doesn't come from India

They say the yellow man can't drive

They say an in-between man has no people

They say a woman has no mind of her own

You know, they say a lot of things

They say it's all in the cards

They say a dream come true is a nightmare

But it took more than dreams to get here

Nothing much is left to chance

We see the Sun only at a glance

Everything has to be just-so

Let them say what they want

Let's see whose hands have the most blisters

Let them try to pull down the stars

That were created by our brothers and sisters

In a perfect world, we'd all have 40 acres and a mule

But this ain't a perfect world, it's a perfect storm

The Earth may shake us all down to Hell

Whichever way the winds may blow, may they blow warm

Nothing much is left to chance

We see the Sun only at a glance

Everything has to be just-so

A club, to beat Death

A heart, so there's something to lose

A diamond, for your eyes

And a spade, to dig with

Nothing much is left to chance

We see the Sun only at a glance

Everything has to be just-so