Текст: Culture Club. Colour By Numbers. Mister Man.

On the street they're preaching violence
Mister Man, it's in your head
On the street the midnight cowboy
Needs no gun to shoot you dead

Why do I live the way I do?
Ain't it obvious I'm just a man like you?

Mister Man, full of love
Mister Man, full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late

Mister Man is a pilot
Mister Man is a fake
Mister Man's feeling hungry
And he's lying in wait

On the street the lights are fighting
Searching for someone like you
Better find a good Messiah
To help the sad and lonely through

Why do I live the way I do?
Ain't it obvious I'm much more black than blue?

Mister Man, full of love
Mister Man, full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late

Mister Man is a pilot
Mister Man is a fake
Mister Man's feeling hungry
And he's lying in wait

Mister Man
Mister Man
Mister Man

On the street they're preaching violence
Mister Man, it's in your head
On the street the midnight cowboy
Needs no gun to shoot you dead

Why do I live the way I do?
Ain't it obvious I'm just a man like you?

Mister Man, full of love
Mister Man, full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late

Mister Man is a pilot
Mister Man is a fake
Mister Man's feeling hungry
And he's lying in wait

Mister Man, full of love
Mister Man, full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late

Mister Man is a pilot
Mister Man is a fake
Mister Man's feeling hungry
And he's lying in wait

Mister Man, full of love
Mister Man, full of hate
Got his heart on the trigger
But he pulled it too late

Mister Man