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