Get up off our knees

Get up off our kneeshousemartinsfamines will be famines, banquets will be banquetssome spend winter in a palace, some spend it in blanketsdon't wag your fingers at them and turn to walk awaydon't shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot todaytime to end the prayinglisten what they're sayingget up off your kneesyou can wag your finger till your finger's soreshake your head till it shakes no morepaupers will be paupers, bankers will be bankerssome own pennies in a jar, some own oil tankerswhat may sound like tomorrow could be ours todaythere's no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to praytime to end the prayinglisten what they're sayingget up off your kneesyou can wag your finger till your finger's soreshake your head till it shakes no morecountries will be countries, borders will be borderssome have lost their folks at war, some have give ordersdon't wag your fingers at them and turn to walk awaydon't shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot todaytime to end the prayinglisten what they're