Famines will be famines Banquets will be banquets Some spend winter in a palace Some spend it in blankets Don't wag your fingers at them And turn to walk away Don't shoot someone tomorrow That you can shoot today Time to end the praying Listen what they're saying
Get up off your knees You can wag your finger Till your finger's sore Shake your head till it shakes no more
Paupers will be paupers Bankers will be bankers Some own pennies in a jar Some own oil tankers What may sound like tomorrow Could be ours today There's no more need for sorrow If we get off our knees to pray Time to end the praying Listen what they're saying
Get up off your knees You can wag your finger Till your finger's sore Shake your head till it shakes no more
Countries will be countries Borders will be borders Some have lost their folks at war Some have give orders Don't wag your fingers at them And turn to walk away Don't shoot someone tomorrow That you can shoot today Time to end the praying Listen what they're saying
Get up off your knees You can wag your finger Till your finger's sore Shake your head till it shakes no more Get up off your knees Get up off your knees Get up off your knees
