| A bomb drops on some wedding party
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| But these aren’t people we count worthy
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| Un-named, unimportant, in some non-place
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| Brown skins usually.
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| More settlements on the West Bank
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| And evictions in Jerusalem
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| Such righteous men with their righteous wars
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| And their righteous talks of peace.
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| If I believed in God I would ask him
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| Could we start all over again
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| That’s what I would ask him
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| If I believed in God I would ask him
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| Could we start all over again
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| That’s what I would ask him…
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| Do without the kings and those who strive
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| To live above the rest
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| And can ‘truth' mean what it says
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| And not what power thinks is best.
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| No serpent please nor all the fear
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| Of women, sex and love
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| And not worship men
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| Who once would sacrifice their only son.
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| More and more I turn away from so much I know is true
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| Turn right to the back page
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| And bury myself in transfer news
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| Don’t want to hear about some woman stoned
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| Or blasphemer running for his life
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| Many now they do fight back
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| But I deny is how I survive. |