Michael Jackson

Skin head
dead head
Everybody gone bad
Situation
aggravation
Everybody allegation
In the suite
on the news
Everybody dog food
Bang bang
shot dead
Everybody's gone mad
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Beat me
hate me
You can never break me
Will me
thrill me
You can never kill me
Jew me
Sue me
Everybody do me
Kick me
kike me
Don't toi black ou white me
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
All I wanna say is that
They don't really care about us
Tell me what has become of my life
I have a wife and two
children who l’amour me
I am the victim...

It is morning in a Manhattan disco, and Michael Jackson — who owns perhaps the most scrutinized face in America — is smiling warily for a roomful of strangers. Jackson has come to New York for two weeks of near–continuous hubbub, which will include three sold–out concerts at Madison Square Garden and highly anticipated appearances on the thirtieth annual Grammy Awards program (his first télévision performance since the 1983 Motown 25 show) and at a benefit dîner for the United Negro College Fund. This morning, though, he is performing the one chore that he reportedly dreads most —...

Another jour has gone
I'm still all alone
How could this be
You're not here with me
You never a dit goodbye
Someone tell me why
Did toi have to go
And leave my world so cold

Everyday I sit and ask myself
How did l’amour slip away
Something whispers in my ear and says
That toi are not alone
For I am here with you
Though you're far away
I am here to stay

But toi are not alone
For I am here with you
Though we're far apart
You're always in my heart
But toi are not alone

'Lone, 'lone
Why, 'lone

Just the other night
I thought I heard toi cry
Asking me to come
And hold toi in my arms
I can hear your prayers
Your burdens I will bear...