the cops put a black boy in back of the car
the pretty people watching as they strut into the bar
they’re saying “get away”
there ain’t nothing here to see
“stay away, you wanna join him in the seat?”

and all the children in the street with nothing to protest,
aint it funny? (they all say nothing)
they’ve all gone to bed with you my love,
what a fine way to spend your money.

have you got it all figured out? or do you still doubt yourself?
when you’re taking all your money, take it to the government.
have you got it all figured out? or do you still doubt yourself?
when you’re terrified of love, walk in to the gun shop.

the thieves terrorize in disguise all the time,
seven days a week in the cubicle confines,
and everyday, the kids crawl up and fall away,
they just say, “there ain’t nothing we can change.”

but six flights down and around the town,
talking to a lady with a dreadlock baby,
(she just said something)
she said, “bring the war home,
this is my great grandson and i’m alone,
you get why i’m angry?”
(she just said everything)

have you got it all figured out? or do you still doubt yourself?
when your taking all your money, prescription at the drug store
have you got it all figured out? or do you still doubt yourself
when your alone?



Lyrics submitted by dudeabides

Black & Blue song meanings
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