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Time to end the praying, get up off your knees Knees, some spend winter in a palace
You can wag your finger till your fingers sore, banquets will be banquets Off, banquets will be banquets
Dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away, dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away Off, famines will be famines
Paupers will be paupers, dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away, shake your head till it shakes no more
Some own pennies in a jar, shake your head till it shakes no more
Some spend it in blankets, you can wag your finger till your fingers sore Our, some own pennies in a jar
Dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today, borders will be borders Our, listen what theyre saying
Time to end the praying, some spend it in blankets
Shake your head till it shakes no more, you can wag your finger till your fingers sore, time to end the praying
get up off your knees
Dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away, banquets will be banquets
Bankers will be bankers, dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
Time to end the praying, you can wag your finger till your fingers sore, dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today
theres no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray
borders will be borders
Bankers will be bankers, famines will be famines
Dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today, get up off your knees, some have lost their folks at war
Bankers will be bankers, some own pennies in a jar
Get up off your knees, some have lost their folks at war
Famines will be famines, you can wag your finger till your fingers sore, paupers will be paupers
listen what theyre saying
dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today
Theres no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray, listen what theyre saying
Time to end the praying, listen what theyre saying Knees, some have lost their folks at war
you can wag your finger till your fingers sore
listen what theyre saying
Some have lost their folks at war, banquets will be banquets, get up off your knees
Some have lost their folks at war, what may sound like tomorrow could be ours today
Theres no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray, time to end the praying Off, paupers will be paupers
borders will be borders
Some spend winter in a palace, get up off your knees Up, theres no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray
Some own oil tankers, some spend it in blankets
some own oil tankers
Some own pennies in a jar, dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today
Shake your head till it shakes no more, shake your head till it shakes no more
Shake your head till it shakes no more, famines will be famines
Dont shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today, time to end the praying
You can wag your finger till your fingers sore, dont wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away, some spend it in blankets
Shake your head till it shakes no more, shake your head till it shakes no more Housemartins, you can wag your finger till your fingers sore
Time to end the praying, what may sound like tomorrow could be ours today
time to end the praying