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So many questions, so little response Who carved swastikas on Mingus's door? It wasn't the Nazis It sure wasn't Hitler It wasn't a ghost from two decades before A smart suit and tie Is it enough? Is it enough for Bavarian minds? Small in your country, small in your thinking Small in your willing to let a man die Something sweet Something tender Something sweet Something tender So many questions, let's make up a survey How many black men have you ever known? Is he a black man? Or is he a musician? Can you assume that he's on heroin? Thinking back to better times means thinking back to yours and not mine So many questions, so little response [Cry since you] know that in time they'll be lost Something sweet Something tender Something sweet Something tender Somebody murdered Eric Dolphy All you bastards just stand and stare Somebody murdered Eric Dolphy Death is a dream in the subjective air Walking down these ancient streets It all seems strangely beautiful Maybe the problem is equally me Trying to get a grip on it all