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 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 there, 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, 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