Faces Like Ours

We’re gonna be alright; baby, we are still young.
Baby, we are still young, and that’s more than some people can say.
We’re gonna be okay; at least we have white skin,
and when you have white skin nobody can send you away.
And people are inclined to help, to help
other people who look like themselves.
We’re gonna be alright; baby, we have rich friends,
and when you have rich friends, those kinds of connections can pay.
We’re gonna be okay; baby, we will rise up.
Believe we will climb up to inhabit our corner of sky.
And we will be inclined to help, to help
other people who look like ourselves.
You say we don’t need a safety net; we need a fire hose,
and you say that we’re burning, burning, you tell me we’re ready to blow.
But ain’t there something to be said for likeability?
Something good’s going to happen.
Someone will take us in under their wing and then
we’re gonna be alright; we are still good-looking.
Well, somewhat good-looking, and everything counts in its way.
We are rising stars, and we won’t need bootstraps.
We’ll hang on to kind hands of people with faces like ours.