Count the locks upon your door; guess Beaver doesn't live here anymore,
A gun for me, a gun for you - now they're killing people for their tennis shoes.
Young and old share the fear,
A violent streak is running everywhere,
Ooh, it's hard to say how it got this way.
Feel the anger burning: holy anger rising up in you,
What should we do?
Vendetta against the raging world,
Vendetta against the lies we've heard,
Vendetta led by love, not hate - it's the only way the pattern breaks,
No.
Quietly we lose the hope, while the media pushes the envelope,
Hear the warning cries, the siren's blare - I wonder: do we love enough to care?
Care enough to stand, heal this broken land, and love the lost at any cost.
Vendetta against the raging world,
Vendetta against the lies we've heard,
Vendetta led by love, not hate - it's the only way the pattern breaks,
No.
