| Lord God Almighty maker of heaven and earth
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| You tell me just how much it’s worth
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| To count the faithful heads in South America
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| Rihteous Father defender of the poor
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| Why do these people need our world?
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| There must be more to life… anyone knows
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| Warships and Christians hovering in the wings
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| We never wanted this… children for sale
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| Harping back to the knights on their silver steeds
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| We’re plucking flowers and sowing weeds
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| And poverty grows
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| Say No
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| Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
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| The time for changing has begun
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| Say No
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| Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
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| You must shape the things to come
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| Do do do do do do do do de do
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| Shape the things to come
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| Do do do do do do do do de do
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| All in the garden isn’t as it should be
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| One law for you one law for me
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| Detente apocalypso sermons on the screen
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| Righteous leaders wolves dressed up as sheep
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| Soap opera war in the name of peace
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| And that’s not good enough tear off their clothes !
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| Lord God Almighty maker of heaven and earth
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| You tell me just how much they’re worth
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| The empty promises of men with narrow minds
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| Evangelists and presidents and kings
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| With perfect teeth and golden wings
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| But can they sleep at night with consciences clear
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| Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
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| The time for chaning has begun
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| Mothers and dauhters, fathers and sons
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| We must shape the things to come |