written by ralph jeffers
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lookin’ for
on the radio
comin’ home I heard Bono
singin’ bout’
what he’s out there looking for
now me and you
should be shakin’ bushes too
‘cause we think we know
but I’m not so sure
we’ve not made the world a phony
yeah, a hand-shakin’, pious-making machine
while they’re all lookin’ for bone
they’re all lookin’ for blood
a new kind of skin than what we’ve been
to represent the one who wore the face of
love, love love
they know our clothes
logos and what we oppose
for cryin’ out loud
is that all we’re living for
while the poor
wnd modern day leper sores
go untouched
outside our hard hearts back door
will our footprints be left in the dirt
among the aching, taking love to the world
they’re all lookin’ for bone
they’re all lookin’ for blood
a new kind of skin than what we’ve been
to represent the one who wore the face of
love, love love
something they can feel
something to drive out fear
flesh and bone to reveal
the one thing that is real
love, love, love
we're all lookin’ for bone
we’re all lookin’ for blood
a new kind of skin than what we’ve been
to represent the one who wore the face of
love, love love
on the radio
comin’ home I heard Bono
singing bout’
what he’s out there looking for
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