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O Melhor de Portugal (The Best of Portugal) (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fado: The Soul of Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal [Wagram] (Antonio Rossano) · Now, Vol. 17 [Portugal] (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Portugal Latino (Trio Odemira) · Live: 23-5-00 Estadio Do Restelo - Lisbon, Portugal (Pearl Jam) · Portugal Night 2008 (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Fados from Portugal (Hutchinson, Hutch) · Live in Portugal, Vol. 2 (J.D. Walter) · Live in Portugal, Vol. 1 (J.D. Walter) – and 90 other albums »


Carlo
Lord have Murciélago, yeah
And I don't know how the fuck I'm supposed
To look into my parents eyes when I'm scared to die
My eyes same color
whenever I do travel
If to Portugal, England, or Spain
As I do walk by the shipyards and the harbors
I smell the salt, and the bay rum of your ghost again
judge a man by the tone of his skin
It's crazy
Cause he has a heart
Like you have a heart and

Why can't we be color blind
You know we should
Be
judge a man by the tone of his skin
It's crazy
Cause he has a heart
Like you have a heart and

Why can't we be color blind
You know we should
Be
you want
Every color you are
Family man
His patience tried
Put a torch to his home
And warmed his hands by the fire
The greed of desire
My roads
with my guns by my side 
Ready to ride till I die 
And I'm a soldier 
And you can see it in my eyes 
Even when the man dies 
They say a soldier
make a lesser man

Please don't try to judge 'em
Only by the colors you have seen
To love 'em is to know 'em
Whether red, yellow, white, or green
Can you judge a man
By the way he wears his hair?
Can you read his mind
By the clothes that he wears?
Can you see a bad man
By the pattern
have them gypsy boots
Follow them by familiar root
Rambled round from town to town
Sleepin' in a doorway still as a mouse 

Saw the bullfighter's
you want
Every color you are
Family man
His patience tried
Put a torch to his home
And warmed his hands by the fire
The greed of desire
My roads
places you wear certain colors you dead

For you gang bang you diss mi you a dead man
Cause gunshot a be like drum pan where me come from
And it's
people 
Is the scar too deep 
You can't hold a man's soul 
By the color of his keys 
A tear of blood runs from my eye 
But somehow I can never 
Make
places you wear certain colors you dead

For you gang bang you diss mi you a dead man
Cause gunshot a be like drum pan where me come from
And it's
invented to give sight
By the white man

We pledge allegiance
All our lives
To the magic colors
Red, blue and white
But we all must be given
The liberty that
When A man's been mistreated
When he been kicked around
He been laughed at and lied to 
Well it keeps going down

[Chorus]
When A man hits
The little boy went first day of school
He got some crayons and started to draw
He put colors all over the paper
For colors was what he saw
I'm proud to be an outlaw
I'm proud to be a rock n' roller
Just don't want to get judged by the color of my skin
Or the beer that I'm drinkin'
need a best man
They know I'm a mogul for real
I branded a color, pink is the color
Can't wait to unveil the Pinkprint cover

When I pull up in that
Hmm, ah
I see a red door and I want to paint it black
No colors in my life, you better turn them black
I see them walking by dressed in their
It hangs on a wall
Museum hall
As it calls to passers by
A picture so bright

Seen without light
And nobody wonders why
A tired old man stares
He won the lottery when he was born 
Took his mothers white breast to his tongue 
Trained like dogs color and smell 
Walks by me to get to him
brown, then black, so understandin that, whites counterreact
(I'm sayin.. man.. them fools 
 ain't nothin but a teaspoon of milk in the world color
If a black man is racist, is it okay?
When it's the white man's racism that made him that way,
Because the bully's the victim they say,
By some
He won the lottery, when he was born
Took his mother's white breast to his tongue
Trained like dogs, color and smell
Walks by me to get to him
that's the color of the big boss man
It was a twenty-piece orchestra at the Warwick hotel
With some fat man from the opera who tried to sing misty