Golden Earring

Mother mother, gotta understand
That mother mother we've got murder on our hands
Your sons and your daughters
Rapin' each other on the steps of a church
They no longer depend on
The cry of a wolf in a lightnin' storm
The scream of a hawk, anxious to get airborne
The fear of a mouse, crawlin' out of a hole
Just a few of many stories, waitin' to be told
Hungry for good
No boogie in the scheme
And baby, the sky will never be the same
From many miles away I came
From where the gods smile upon you and play, yeah yeah
Your job may be no good, it's just a passing thing
The universe will always change
And I happen to carry a name
I am, I am, the keeper of the flame
A message carved into an arm with a shark tooth
Ever so delicate, ever so smooth