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 Theres a reason for the things that I have on I wear the black for the poor and beatendown Livin on the hopeless, hungry side of town I weat it for the prisoners who has long paid for his crime But is there because hes a victim of the times Im the man... Well I wear the black for those whove never read Or listened to the words that Jesus said About the road to happiness, throughr love and charity Why do you think Hes talkin straight to you and me Were doing mighty fine I do supose In our streakalightnin cars and fancy clothes But, just so were reminded of the ones who are held back Up front there ought to be a man in black Im the man, Im the man in black Im the man, Im the 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 lifes tha could have been Each week we lose a hundred fine young men Well, theres things that never will be right, I know And things need changin everywhere we go But til we start to make a move, to make a few things right Youll never see me wear a suite of white Oh, Id love to wear a rainbow every day And tell the world that everythings O.K But Ill try to carry off a little darkness on my back `Til things are brighter, Im the man in black Im the man, the man in black Oh yeah, Im the man, the man in black...