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