Have you ever been a victim in a violent fight
When you know it`s not true and you know it`s not right
Got not one ounce, inch of control
You got lust for blood runnin` in your soul
You know if every person upon this earth
Became the image of the mother in a violent birth
We could sow the seed, toss up the sand
And heal this brutal beat-up land
If there`s a place to be why don`t you come with me
Listen to your father, listen to your brother
Take every chance that comes, maybe you`ll find someone
We don`t need to argue, we just need each other
There`s a mirror on the table, if you feel you could use it
Don`t be ashamed, go ahead just do it
Protect your cranium, let it explode
Put your faith in the mother lode
Now if all this seems to be eccentric
Be aware be sure I meant it
The tunnel of love has got no end
I`m well received, but I don`t send