Mother Of Violence

(albüm: Peter Gabriel 2: Scratch - 1978)

Walking the street with her naked feet
So full of rhythm, but I can't find the beat
Snapping her heels, clicking her toes
Everybody knows just where she goes

Fear, fear, she's the mother of violence
Making me tense to watch the way she breed
Fear, she's the mother of violence
You know self-defense is all you need
It's getting hard to breathe
It's getting so hard to believe
To believe in anything at all

Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot
Data stored on a microdot
Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes
TV dinner, TV news

'Cause fear, fear, she's the mother of violence
Don't make any sense to watch the way she breed
Fear, she's the mother of violence
Making me tense to watch the way she feed
The only way you know she's there
Is the subtle flavor in the air
Getting hard to breathe
Getting hard to believe in anything at all
But fear