everybody has those days
 where one soft sweet song's
 just enough to clear my head

 fall on real life
 is anybody left there sane?
 if we slide on over and accept fate
 then it's bound to be a powerful thing

 if it's just that you're weak
 can we talk about it
 it's gettin' so damn creepy
 just nursing this ghost of a chance
 the fiction, the romance
 and the Technicolor dreams
 of black and white people

 one boy head strong
 thinks that living here's just plain
 He's pushed down so hard
 you can hear him start to sink

 and it's one last round of petty conversation
 you hold on boy cuz
 you won't go down like this?
 just roll on over
 lay down till it's more than you can take

 so one more day down
 and everybody's changin'
 one more head down
 just enough to reach my head

 yeah if you're weak
 can we talk about it
 it's gettin' so damn creepy
 just nursing this ghost of a chance
 the fiction, the romance
 and the Technicolor dreams
 of black and white people

 We are black and white people