Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will
Oh, man has invented his doom,
First step was touching the moonNow, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?Now, they take him and they teach him and they groom him for life
And they set him on a path where he's bound to get ill,
Then they bury him with stars,
Sell his body like they do used carsNow, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there facin' the hill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?Now, he's hell-bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused,
And his brain has been mismanaged with great skill
All he believes are his eyes
And his eyes, they just tell him liesBut there's a woman on my block,
Sitting there in a cold chill
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?Every noisemaker, spirit maker,
Heartbreaker, backbreaker,
Leave no stone unturned
May be an actor in a plot,
That might be all that you got
'Til your error you clearly learnNow he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled
Oh, man is opposed to fair play,
He wants it all and he wants it his wayNow, there's a woman on my block,
She just sit there as the night grows still
She say who gonna take away his license to kill?
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