Well, you wonder why I always dress in black Why you never see bright colors on my back And why does my appearance seem to have a somber tone Well, there´s a reason for the things that I have on
I wear the black for the poor and the beaten down Living in the hopeless, hungry side of town I wear it for the prisoner who has long paid for his crime But is there because he´s a victim of the times
I wear the black for those who´ve never read Or listened to the words that Jesus said About the road to happiness through love and charity Why, you´d think He´s talking straight to you and me
Well, we´re doing mighty fine, I do suppose In our streak of lightning cars and fancy clothes But just so we´re reminded of the ones who are held back
Up front there ought to be a man in black
I wear it for the sick and lonely old For the reckless ones whose bad trip left them cold I wear the black in mourning for the lives that could have been
Each week we lose a hundred fine young men And, I wear it for the thousands who have died Believing that the Lord was on their side I wear it for another hundred thousand who have died Believing that we all were on their side
Well, there´s things that never will be right I know And things need changing everywhere you go
But ´til we start to make a move to make a few things right You´ll never see me wear a suit of white
Ah, I´d love to wear a rainbow every day And tell the world that everything´s okay But I´ll try to carry off a little darkness on my back Until things are brighter, I´m the Man In Black