Why Do Men Fight?

Now when I talked to God
I knew he'd understand
Now when I talked to God
I knew he'd understand
He said, stick by me
I'll be your guiding hand

I'd like to ask if I may presume
Live and direct from my living room
As we bend down to prey
And ask: Is there a better way?

If you made the world
Made the day and night
Are we all going crazy
Why do men fight?
If you made the mountains
And the sea
Now can you show
A better way to be?

And the wrong are the right
And the right, are the wrong
Why can't we all just get along?
And there's no one to blame
It's not some bloody game

Religion, race
Colour, creed, whatever
Law, job, race
Drugs, whatever
I can hear what they say
That there must be
A better way
Law, job, race
Drugs, whatever
Why do men fight?

I'd like to ask
If I my presume
Live and direct
From my living room
As you bend down to pray
And ask
Is there a better way?

These things I planned
I can't understand
If you made the ocean
And the land
Trying to find
Some peace of mind

Religion, race, colour
Creed, whatever
Law, job, race
Drugs, whatever
I can hear what they say
There must be a better way
Why do men fight?