Mother - James

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