Peace—there’ll come a time, there’ll come a place, yeah
War—there ain’t no purpose in it
Love—well what’s the meaning of
Hate—when everybody’s got their fists up shakin’
"We’re right, you’re wrong,
we’re right, you’re wrong, you little sinner!"
"We’re right, you’re wrong,
we’re right, you’re wrong, you little sinner!"
These are the voices of men
These are the arrogant cries of children
Life—there is a God, there is a plan, yes
Death—there’s some great mystery in it
Hope—that hidden antidote for
Fear—’cause everybody’s got their guns out shoutin’
"Make room, step back,
he’s white, you’re black and don’t forget it!"
"Make room, step back,
he’s white, you’re black and don’t forget it!"
These are the voice of men
These are the arrogant cries of children
Is there meaning to this madness?
All our lives hang in the balance
What is this evil within?
Where in this tragedy lies some wisdom?