MICHAEL JACKSON HISTORY ERA PICS :D

What about sunrise
What about rain
What about all the things
That toi a dit we were to gain...

What about killing fields
Is there a time
What about all the things
That toi a dit was yours and mine...

Did toi ever stop to notice
All the blood we've shed before
Did toi ever stop to notice
The crying Earth the weeping shores?

Aaaaaaaaaah
Aaaaaaaaaah

What have we done to the world
Look what we've done
What about all the peace
That toi pledge your only son...

What about flowering fields
Is there a time
What about all the dreams
That toi a dit was yours and mine...

Did toi ever stop to notice
All the...

Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .

You'll never make me stay
So take your weight off of me
I know your every move
So won't toi just let me be
I've been here times before
But I was too blind to see
That toi seduce every man
This time toi won't seduce me

She's saying that's ok
Hey baby do what toi please
I have the stuff that toi want
I am the thing that toi need
She looked me deep in the eyes
She's touchin' me so to start
She says there's no turnin' back
She trapped me in her heart

Dirty Diana, nah
Dirty Diana, nah
Dirty Diana, no
Dirty Diana
Let me be!

Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .
Oh no . . .

She likes the boys in the band...

Somebody killed little Susie
The girl with the tune
Who sings in the daytime at noon
She was there screaming
Beating her voice in her doom
But nobody came to her soon...

A fall down the stairs Her dress torn
Oh the blood in her hair...
A mystery so sullen in air
She lie there so tenderly
Fashioned so slenderly
Lift her with care, Oh the blood in her hair...

Everyone came to see
The girl that now is dead
So blind stare the eyes in her head...
And suddenly a voice from the crowd a dit
This girl lived in vain Her face ours such agony, such strain...
But only the man from suivant door
Knew Little Susie...

I took my baby
On a Saturday bang
Boy is that girl with you
Yes we're one and the same

Now I believe in miracles
And a miracle
Has happened tonight

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black ou white

They print my message
In the Saturday Sun
I had to tell them
I ain't seconde to none

And I told about equality
And it's true
Either you're wrong
Or you're right

But, if
You're thinkin'
About my baby
It don't matter if you're
Black ou white

I am tired of this devil
I am tired of this stuff
I am tired of this business
Sew when the
Going gets rough
I ain't scared of
Your brother
I ain't scared of no sheets...