I'm agitated
For not thinking it's cool
Some were born to suffer,
While some were born to rule
Does that make me a traitor
Before you start words around
Please understand that I love this land of mine
Pre-Chorus
And ya, it's true God ain't my thing
But if He was I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Parishing in foreign seas
Thoses bodies washed upon the shores
For fleeing our state sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So I wrote him a brand new song,
That go's, God save the hungry
God save the poor
God save those desperate souls
Whose lifes were torn apart by war
God save the homeless
And those with dis-a-bilities
And all the other targets of
This heartless ideology
And there's a long and shameful list
Of folks we need God to assist
But those who sleep in palaces at night
I think there doing alright
Instrumental
verse 2
And Britain could be greater
If it had fairness at it's heart
Oh, this nation altogether
is more than the sum of it's parts
But the'll call you a traitor
For even daring to believe
A slight of hand from those who bleed this land dry
Pre-Chorus
And ya, it's true God ain't my thing
But if He was I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Parishing in foreign seas
Thoses bodies washed upon the shores
For fleeing our state sponsored wars
And our leader sleeps sound at night
'Cause he's got all the lyrics right
Well, God save the hungry
God save the poor
God save those desperate souls
Whose lifes were torn apart by war
God save the homeless
And those with dis-a-bilities
And all the other targets of
This heartless ideology
And there's a long and shameful list
Of folks we need God to assit
But those who sleep in palaces at night
I think there doing alright
I think there doing alright
verse 3
So give me a song,
And thoe I'm sticking my throat
If you agree the only power we should respect
Is that from common folks
So give me a song,
that won't stick in my throat
To see our millionaire politicians safe
We're all in the same boat
Pre-Chorus
And ya, it's true God ain't my thing
But if He was I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Parishing in foreign seas
Thoses bodies washed upon the shores
For fleeing our state sponsored wars
And our leader see's nothing wrong
So raise your voices sing a long
Yae, God save the hungry
And God save the poor
God save those desperate souls
Whose lifes were torn apart by war
God save the homeless
And those with dis-a-bilities
And all the other targets of
This sorry ideology
And my gratitude to all the brave
soldiers spinn' in their grave
To see the beating mess they've made
Of the sacrifice they gave
To tare apart this worthless state
And all that ever made Britain great
Well those who sleep in palaces tonight
Yae, their still doing alright
Their still doing alright