Из альбома: Fantasy
Everyone comes from one father, one mother
So why do we complicate our lives so much
By being at war with each other
Maybe I’m crazy, but I don’t understand it Why do we seem to vote to dig more holes
It’s such a waste of a planet
There must be a reason that I can’t see
Maybe somebody else knows better than me All I know is Everyone else is a sister or brother
So we’ve got to look around again and stop
Being at war with each other