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:

Mohammed is jesus is buddha is love is the way I see it
Mohammed is jesus is buddha is love is the way I see it
I see it, uh, huh
The way that I see it, alright
I see it, uh, huh
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:

Mohammed is jesus is buddha is love is the way I see it
Mohammed is jesus is buddha is love is the way I see it
I see it, uh, huh
The way that I see it, alright
I see it, uh, huh
The way that I see it, alright