I know you care, about the pretty little flowers that you wearBlooming all the mystery, confined to grow up in your historyHear, hear how the sirens, blare out your crimes in the gardenIt burns, where I standJust as I standAll of riches are out of my handsWho is the weapon, you used against one anotherMy chap, oh my chap, he was a flowerYou took him, used him for your gunpowderTo shoot, with loveIs no reason to be afraidTo give you loveAnd the prophets all have seenThat love is the healerBetween us, skies of blueWhy are we still trippingOn bended knees, caressing RosariesBut we're missing the teachingOn bended knees, caressing RosariesBut we're missing the teachingWho is the weapon?Who, who is the weapon?We use against one anotherOur children, all our children, they're our flowersWe take them, use them for our gunpowder to shootNo, no, no, no, no, noNo, noNo, no, no, no, no, noHear a mother cry and say no, no, no, no, no, noOh, no, noNo, no, no, no, no, noLet the mother cryI need a hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer To hammer them downWe need a rhyme, rhyme, rhyme, rhyme It's a rhyme downI need a hammer, hammer, hammer, hammer To hammer them downHammer is love, love, love The Hammer is love, love, loveWho 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 flowersWe take them, use them for our gunpowder to shoot