Get Up Off Our Knees

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