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