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