Wills & The Willing skin radio version

It comes wrapped in fur
In cotton, in silk, in diamonds and in chains
There are six billion suits
But no two cuts are ever the same
It burns, it bleeds, it bruises
It's simple to understand
It masks a million sins
You never wash it from your hands
It creates disaster, famine, pain
Hurt, misery, destruction, war
And all it is, is skin
We've got black, brown, yellow, white, pink, red
Every pigmentation in every single shade
The colors may be different
But we are all the same made
Somehow such a simple thing
Gets lost in its translation
Instead of being my brother
It's racism that rips the nation
Adam and Eve is where it all begun
And what's destroying us all
Is just how close or how far
We live from the sun
We've got black, brown, yellow, white
Every pigmentation in every single shade
The colors may be different
But we are all the same made