Brown Skin Saint

See the brown skin saint, calmly clothed in pink and blue.
Sometimes love just finds you.
Sometimes people close their eyes.

Taken back by the sites.
Turn around and then you fall.
Sometimes life feels small.
Sometimes people cannot cry.

And that is why

We have drinks, they make us laugh.
We have guns, they make us cry.
We have cars, we'll get there fast.
We have airplanes--We have airplanes for the sky.

Waving guns, poking fun at the one you want to hold.
Sometimes life feels cold.
Sometimes people cannot see.
Laughing loud, feeling proud, cause you think you might be there.
Sometimes life don't care.
Sometimes sorrow cannot hide.

And that is why

We have drinks, they make us laugh.
We have guns, they make us cry.
We have cars, we'll get there fast.
We have airplanes--We have airplanes for the sky.