• Billie Jean
  • Thriller
  • Beat It
  • Black or White
  • Smooth Criminal
  • Bad
  • Man in the Mirror
  • The Way You Make Me Feel
  • Human Nature
  • Wanna Be Startin' Somethin'
  • Rock with You
  • Dirty Diana
  • P.Y.T. (Pretty Young Thing)
  • Remember the Time
  • Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough
  • They Don't Care About Us
  • Earth Song
  • You Are Not Alone
  • Billie Jean - Single Version
  • Heal the World
  • I Just Can't Stop Loving You
  • The Girl Is Mine
  • Beat It - Single Version
  • Baby Be Mine
  • You Rock My World
  • Love Never Felt So Good
  • Off the Wall
  • The Lady in My Life
  • Leave Me Alone
  • Give in to Me
  • Jam
  • Who Is It
  • Liberian Girl
  • Will You Be There
  • She's Out of My Life
  • Stranger in Moscow
  • Scream
  • In the Closet
  • Ben
  • Blood on the Dance Floor
  • Dangerous
  • Smooth Criminal (Radio Edit)
  • Another Part of Me
  • Rockin' Robin
  • Don't Stop 'Til You Get Enough - Single Version
  • Get on the Floor
  • Speed Demon
  • Rock With You - Single Version
  • Black Or White - Single Version
  • I Can't Help It

These are the days of the open hand
They will not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars and the choosers

This is the year of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses

The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we have too much
But we'll take our chances
Cause God's stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us all out to play
Turned his back and all god's children
Crept out the back door

And it's hard to love, there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time

These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a year

This is the year of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there is over here

So you scream from behind your door
Say what's mine is mine and not yours
I may have too much but I'll take my chances
Cause God's stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can't come back
Because he has no children to come back for

It's hard to love there's so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there is no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it's much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time