Good evening Mr.Waldheim
and Pontiff how are you ?
You have so much in common
in the
things you do
And here comes Jesse Jackson
he talks of Common Ground
Does that Common
Ground include me
or is it just a sound
A sound that shakes
Oh Jesse, you must
watch the sounds you make
A sound that quakes
There are fears that still
reverberate
Jesse you say Common Ground
does that include the PLO ?
What about
people right here right now
who fought for you not so long ago ?
The words that flow so
freely
falling dancing from your lips
I hope that you don't cheapen them
with a racist
slip
Oh Common Ground
Is Common Ground a word or just a sound
Common
Ground
Remember those civil rights workers buried in the ground
If I ran for
President
and once was a member of the Klan
wouldn't you call me on it
the way I call
you on Farrakhan
And Pontiff, pretty Pontiff
can anyone shake your hand ?
Or is it just
that you like uniforms
and someone kissing your hand
Or is it true
The Common
Ground for me includes you too
Oh is it true
The Common Ground for me includes you
too
Good evening Mr.Waldheim
pontiff how are you
As you both stroll through the
woods at night
I'm thinking thoughts of you
And Jesse you're inside my thoughts
as the
rhythmic words subside
My Common Ground invites you in
or do you prefer to wait
outside
Or is it true
The Common Ground for me is without you
Or is it true
The
Common Ground for me is without you
Oh is it true
There's no Ground Common enough for me and
you
