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