Spider's Web
If a Blackman is racist
Is it okay?
When it’s the Whiteman’s racism that made him that way
Cos the bully is the victim they say
By some sense
They’re all the same
Cos the line between
Wrong and right
Is the width of a thread
From a spider’s web
The piano keys
Are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind
I could tell you, to go to war
Or I could march for peace and fighting no more
But how do I know which is right
And I hope he does, when he sends you to fight
Cos the line between
Wrong and right
Is the width of a thread
From a spider’s web
The piano keys
Are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind
Should we act on our blame?
Or should we chase the moments away?
Should we live?
Should we give?
Remember forever the guns and the feathers in time
Cos the line between
Wrong and right
Is the width of a thread
From a spider’s web
The piano keys
Are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind
Instrumental
The piano keys
Are black and white
But they sound like a million colours in your mind
But they sound like a million colours in your mind
