Before you point the finger
And hope the whole thing disappears
Remember empty words will fall
And fall upon the deafest ears
He won't give in without a fight
And foul play without a doubt
No silver lining to be seen
In this thundercloud
Oh that's not allowed
In the ideal world
We'd be free to choose
But in my real world
You can bet we're going to lose
Your money fills their pockets
Fear fills their tiny minds
At last the world is talking now
This ain't no way to treat mankind
A sudden blackout stops the show
But doesn't stop the way l am
'Cause all my life 1've been oppressed
You're not the first to say 1 am
I do all 1 can
For an ideal world
Where we're free to choose
But in my real world
Oh you can bet we're going to lose
In the ideal world
We could start again
But my real world
Hangs on the colour of your skin
We could be free forever
If they would only change
But fools never change...
A speck of blue up in the sky
A song of hope; a noble thought
But how long must the people die
Before the guilty ones are caught
Oh will you spare a thought
For an ideal world
Where we're free to choose
For an ideal world
And we're no longer born to lose
In the ideal world
We could start again
Now in my real world
Let's put an end to suffering
. . .end suffering
In the ideal world
We're now free to choose
Oh in my real world
We are safe to air our views
In the ideal world
We can start again
Now in my real world
It matters not about the colour
Of your skin
Writer(s): Henry Priestman, Mark Herman
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