And then it turns into the cocktail lounge.

"How are you people doing tonight? Good, good. "

Now, I'm gonna take it nice and easy.

The next song could be misunderstood, I think.

Not in a bad way, because I think either way it would work, but...

the next song is called "Black & White People".

It's not about black and white people, it's not about us and them.

It's more about the notion that sometimes me...

As the writer, I use me as a good example. We...

Like, you write it and you feel like a black and white person.

You know? Everybody else is in full color...

and everybody else has got it all figured out...

but then you yourself are stuck over here in Pleasantville, you know?

You got your own thing, and the idea of "Black & White People"...

you know, the black and white person was one person...

as opposed to the whole "us and them" theory...

and the single gunman theory.

I know it was a bad joke, and I knew right then I was taking a risk.

But... so, this is a song called "Black & White People".

One more day down

Well, everybody has those days

Where one soft sweet song Is just enough to clear my head

Fall on real life

Is anybody left there sane?

If we slide on over and accept fate

Then it's bound to be a powerful thing

If it's just that you're weak Can we talk about it

It's gettin' so damn creepy Just nursing this ghost of a chance

The fiction, the romance And the Technicolor dreams

Of black and white people

One boy, headstrong

He thinks that living here's just plain

And he's pushed down so hard You can hear him start to sink

And it's one last round Of petty conversation

You hold on boy'cause You won't go down like this

So just roll on over

And lay down till it's more than you can take

And If it's just that you're weak Can we talk about it

It's gettin' so damn creepy Just nursing this ghost of a chance

The fiction, the romance And the Technicolor dreams

Of black and white people

So one more day down

And hell, everybody’s changin'

But one soft sweet sound Is just enough to clear my

My head

My head, well, If it's just that you're weak

Can we talk about it

It's gettin' so damn creepy Just nursing this ghost of a chance

The fiction, the romance And the Technicolor dreams

Of black and white people

Yeah, so If you're weak Can we talk about it

It's gettin' so damn creepy Just nursing this ghost of a chance

The fiction, the romance And the Technicolor dreams

Of black and white people

We are black and white

We are black and white people

We're all black and white people

Thank you very much.

"Black & White People", ladies and gentlemen. Matchbox 20.