Mother, mother, there's too many of you crying
Brother, brother, brother, there's far too many of you dying
You know we'ver got to find a way
To bring some lovin' here today, hey
Father, father, we don't need to escalate
Picket lines and picket signs
Don't punish me with brutality
Oh what's going on, what's going on
Yeah, what's going on, ah, what's going on
Ahhh
Mother, mother, everybody thinks we're wrong