I know you care, about the pretty little flowers that you wear
Blooming all the mystery, confined to grow up in your history
Hear, hear how the sirens, blare out your crimes in the garden
It burns, where I stand
Just as I stand

All of riches are out of my hands
Who is the weapon, you used against one another
My chap, oh my chap, he was a flower
You took him, used him for your gunpowder
To shoot, with love
Is no reason to be afraid

To give you love
And the prophets all have seen
That love is the healer
Between us, skies of blue
Why are we still tripping
On bended knees, caressing Rosaries
But we're missing the teaching
On bended knees, caressing Rosaries
But we're missing the teaching
Who is the weapon?
Who, who is the weapon?

We use against one another
Our children, all our children, they're our flowers
We take them, use them for our gunpowder to shoot
No, no, no, no, no, no
No, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
Hear a mother cry and say no, no, no, no, no, no
Oh, no, no
No, no, no, no, no, no
Let the mother cry
I need a hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer To hammer them down
We need a rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme It's a rhyme down
I need a hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer To hammer them down
Hammer is love, love, love The Hammer is love, love, love
Who is the weapon?
Who is the weapon?
Who is the weapon?
Who is the weapon?
Who is the weapon we use against one another?
Our children, all our children, they're our flowers
We take them, use them for our gunpowder to shoot