Mohammad Is Jesus...

A child is born on the east side of town

With the world in his hands

His mother, an angel with no food to eat says

"Love is our last stand"

The child, he grows

Spreading hope through the world

With the love in his heart

His words get confused

And he cries as he sees his brothers

Tear themselves apart

She whispers that

"Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha

Is love is the way I see it

Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha

Is love is the way I see it"

"I see it

The way that I see it, alright

I see it

The way that I see it, alright"

The boy has been dead for thousands of years

But we still sing his name

Forgetting his words we watch ourselves die

'Cause we don't seem the same, remember that

Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha

Is love is the way I see it

Mohammad is Jesus is Buddha

Is love is the way I see it

I see it

The way that I see it, alright

I see it

The way that I see it, alright