|
I was an August baby |
|
Conceived by the Christmas lights |
|
I came into the world by the setting sun |
|
On a humid summer night |
|
When my grandmother held me for the very first time |
|
She thanked God I looked like my daddy |
|
And I never quite knew just what she meant |
|
But I knew she was a little too happy |
|
And now I see |
|
You can't change a stubborn mind |
|
You can't see the world if your eyes are blind |
|
What does it matter anyway |
|
In our darkest hour we're all just shades of grey |
|
They got married in a tiny chapel |
|
1965 |
|
Malcolm X was on the radio |
|
When he took her as his wife |
|
And she looked so pretty that September day |
|
And her older brother cried as he gave her away |
|
And the minister looked like he didn't know what to say |
|
And then he spoke |
|
You can't change a stubborn mind |
|
You can't see the world if your eyes are blind |
|
What does it matter anyway |
|
In our darkest hour we're all just shades of grey |
|
And when my grandmother held me For the very first time |
|
She thanked God I looked like my daddy |
|
And I never gave a damn just what she meant |
|
But I knew she was a little too happy And now I see |
|
You can't change a stubborn mind |
|
You can't see the world if your eyes are blind |
|
What does it matter anyway |
|
In our darkest hour we're all just shades of grey |
|
In our darkest hour we're all just shades of |
|
Darkest hour we're all just Shades of grey |
|
Hey, Hey, Hey |
|
It doesn't matter anyway |
|
Don't give a damn Don't give a damn |
|
Don't give a damn |
|
what they say |
|
We're all just shades of grey |
|
We're all just shades of grey |
|
Shades of grey |
