Texty: Cyndi Lauper. Twelve Deadly Cyns... And Then Some. What's Going On.

Mother, mother
there's too many of you crying
brother, brother, brother
there's far to many of you dying
you know we've got to find a way
to bring some lovin' here today

Father, father
we don't need to escalate
war is not the answer
for only love can conquer hate
you know we've got to find a way
to bring some understanding yeah today

Aw, picket lines, picket signs
don't punish me with brutality
talk to me so you can see
oh what's going on
tell me what's going on

Mother, mother
ev'ry body thinks we're wrong
baby who are they to judge us
'cause our hair is long
you know we'vve got to find a way
to bring some understanding here today

Good God