I was thinking about, thinking about, thinking about, thinking I was thinking. Contemplating situations, and the visions blew my mind. In the gutter I was crawling, as the shells just kept on falling all around me.

[Chorus] What colour is god? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me? What colour is god? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me? What colour is god? Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me?

As the library was burning, and the pages kept on turning back in history. As the doorways they were full of refugees and lonely people staring at me, they were asking of me: What colour is god? What colour is god? What colour is god?

No matter what I say or do, it never looks like making any difference. Don't keep on looking down at me as if I don't exist, as if I'm not here. Don't focus all your anger and resentment that you have. Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me.

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Black brother in an open sports car, pulled over by suspicious officer. Uniform man got a nervous partner; Weapon was pulled from a shoulder holster. White jogger see the roadside gangsta; Heart beat just a little bit faster. Rasta man speaking in the island patois; Gonna give you the righteous answer.

Why can't you tell me, can't you tell me? What colour is god?

[Chorus]

No matter what I say or do, it never looks like making any difference. Don't focus all your anger and resentment that you have. Don't blame it on me, don't blame it on me.

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Please, please, please tell me. Please, please, please tell me. What colour is god?