another tribe another brother torn between his lover and the gun another god another mother weeps to justify the damage done i wonder through the lies and dirt i wonder will the meek inherit all the earth truth collides with propaganda just another victim on the run the world outside is full of candor seeks to justify the damage done no wonder so much pain and hurt i wonder will the meek inherit all the earth i think there may be a war in heaven paradise beneath the smoking gun as every saint and small town saviour race to justify their chosen one i wonder as our world collides i want to reach out there across the great divide another tribe another brother torn between his lover and the gun another god another mother weeps to justify the damage done