You say you're a man

You understand

But you don't

You should lend her, a helping hand

But you won't

'Cause I'm a man

I don't understand, but I try

She always does

What I command

While she cries

Why should we

Do what we do, and sleep at night?

The crazy things

We put her through, it isn't right

It isn't right?

So, my brothers

Don't hurt her anymore

She's got her hurt lord

You got yours

And she's sick and tired of walking into doors

Her gentle spirit

Her sacred ways

And her smile

May not be here

She may disappear in a little while

Sister Mum

Sister girl

And giving birth

Mother Nature

Mother pearl and mother earth

Sweet Mother Earth

So, my brothers

Don't hurt her anymore

She's got her hurt lord

And, you got yours

And she's sick and tired of walking into doors

So, my brothers don't hurt her anymore

She's got her hurt, Lord, you got yours

And she's sick and tired of walking into doors

Yes, she's sick and tired of walking into doors