Man thinks 'cause he rules the earth he can do with it as he please
And if things don't change soon, he will
'Cause man has invented his doom,
The first step was touching the moon

Now, there's a woman on my block,
She just sits there as the night gets still
She says who will 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,
And they bury him with stars,
Sell his body like they do used cars

But there's a woman on my block,
She just sits there facin' the hill
She says who will 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
Until all he believes are his eyes
And his eyes just tell him lies

But there's a woman on my block,
Sitting there in a cold chill
She says who will take away his license to kill?

Now he worships at an altar of a stagnant pool
And when he sees his reflection, he's fulfilled
Oh, man wants it all his own way,
And he is opposed to fair play

But there's a woman on my block,
She just sits there as the night grows still
She say who will take away his license to kill?