© Peter Gabriel 1978 All rights reserved. Fair Use.

Walking the street with her naked feet So full of rhythm, but I can't find the beat Snapping her heels, clicking her toes Everybody knows just where she goes

Ah, fear, fear, she's the mother of violence Making me tense to watch the way she breed Fear, she's the mother of violence You know self-defence is all you need

It's getting hard to breathe It's getting so hard to believe To believe in anything at all

Mouth all dry, eyes bloodshot Data stored in microdot Kicking the cloud with my moccasin shoes TV dinner, TV news, ah-ah

'Cause fear, fear, she's the mother of violence Don't make any sense to watch the way she breed Fear, she's the mother of violence Making me tense to watch the way she feed

The only way you know she's there Is the subtle flavour in the air Getting hard to breathe Hard to believe in anything at all But fear