The rich men are the worst sinners in this hell
Malcolm, Medgar and Martin died for Beauty
and they were buried in this deep well
In a world which has always been too misty.
In a world which has always been too misty.
There's no anything more stupid
than this awful law of the skin
There's no anything more cruel
Than the same thing that become different
Than the same thing that become different
I know that after their goodbye, we have Love
But It's true that we have the big hatred too
It's a big stuff of Shame with no Mercy
And It's always the same despair of Fear.
There's no anything more stupid
than this awful law of the skin
There's no anything more cruel
Than the same thing that become different
Than the same thing that become different.
The young passion of a young boy called Emmett
Who disappeared inside a river because of Selfishness
The old workingman who will be ever dealed as a boy
Or the old suffers of the jazz singers and the blues souls
Or the old suffers of the jazz singers and the blues souls
There's no anything more stupid
than this awful law of the skin
And there's no anything more cruel
Than the same thing that become different
Than the segregated soul who is full of solitude
Than the segregated soul who is full of solitude.
And it has always been
this awful law of the Skin
And it has always been
this awful law of the Skin.
Malcolm, Medgar and Martin died for Beauty
and they were buried in this deep well
In a world which has always been too misty.
In a world which has always been too misty.
There's no anything more stupid
than this awful law of the skin
There's no anything more cruel
Than the same thing that become different
Than the same thing that become different
I know that after their goodbye, we have Love
But It's true that we have the big hatred too
It's a big stuff of Shame with no Mercy
And It's always the same despair of Fear.
There's no anything more stupid
than this awful law of the skin
There's no anything more cruel
Than the same thing that become different
Than the same thing that become different.
The young passion of a young boy called Emmett
Who disappeared inside a river because of Selfishness
The old workingman who will be ever dealed as a boy
Or the old suffers of the jazz singers and the blues souls
Or the old suffers of the jazz singers and the blues souls
There's no anything more stupid
than this awful law of the skin
And there's no anything more cruel
Than the same thing that become different
Than the segregated soul who is full of solitude
Than the segregated soul who is full of solitude.
And it has always been
this awful law of the Skin
And it has always been
this awful law of the Skin.
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