Compositor: Del Bromham
There you sit growing old in your castles of gold
The poor suffering outside
There are homeless they are cold, sick of stories
They're told-you hypocrites are safe inside
You stand and you preach wonderous stories you teach
Promise all a better life
Your followers are blind always closing their
Minds-hanging on to every word
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In the name of religion
In the name of the Lord
In the name of God
Where the law is the gun and the father and the son
Seem to walk hand in hand
Like the man in the street who just fell to his
Feet-the sound of fire wakes the night !
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I look in the fields where the horses run free
On the land beneath the sun
Will the man in the sky kindly open his eyes
Put an end to all these wrongs
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