Mother

Mother, this war's a motherfucker

How many sons will we kill today

On fours little brother

Tell me what the view's like from the ground



Your love is a killer

Killing all this love in me

We are so full of terror

Vicious kiss your love is longing dee



Love, love, love will strike you down

Love, love



Where the anger is hot

Where opinion is deep

Understanding is shot is dead is dead is dead

Where the linen is cheap

Where the weapons are not

All the mothers will weep is dead is dead is dead



Will strike you down

Love, love, love will strike you down



We're drawn to a torture

I can't take it anymore

On fours little mother

Tell me what the view's like from the ground



Love, love, love will strike you down

Love, love, love will strike us down