God Save The Hungry

Intro: verse 1 I'm agitated For not thinking it's cool Some were born to suffer, While some were born to rule Does that make me a traitor Before you start words around Please understand that I love this land of mine Pre-Chorus And ya, it's true God ain't my thing But if He was I'd rather sing For all of the refugees Parishing in foreign seas Thoses bodies washed upon the shores For fleeing our state sponsored wars And our leader sees nothing wrong So I wrote him a brand new song, That go's, God save the hungry God save the poor God save those desperate souls Whose lifes were torn apart by war God save the homeless And those with dis-a-bilities And all the other targets of This heartless ideology And there's a long and shameful list Of folks we need God to assist But those who sleep in palaces at night I think there doing alright Instrumental verse 2 And Britain could be greater If it had fairness at it's heart Oh, this nation altogether is more than the sum of it's parts But the'll call you a traitor For even daring to believe A slight of hand from those who bleed this land dry Pre-Chorus And ya, it's true God ain't my thing But if He was I'd rather sing For all of the refugees Parishing in foreign seas Thoses bodies washed upon the shores For fleeing our state sponsored wars And our leader sleeps sound at night 'Cause he's got all the lyrics right Well, God save the hungry God save the poor God save those desperate souls Whose lifes were torn apart by war God save the homeless And those with dis-a-bilities And all the other targets of This heartless ideology And there's a long and shameful list Of folks we need God to assit But those who sleep in palaces at night I think there doing alright I think there doing alright verse 3 So give me a song, And thoe I'm sticking my throat If you agree the only power we should respect Is that from common folks So give me a song, that won't stick in my throat To see our millionaire politicians safe We're all in the same boat Pre-Chorus And ya, it's true God ain't my thing But if He was I'd rather sing For all of the refugees Parishing in foreign seas Thoses bodies washed upon the shores For fleeing our state sponsored wars And our leader see's nothing wrong So raise your voices sing a long Yae, God save the hungry And God save the poor God save those desperate souls Whose lifes were torn apart by war God save the homeless And those with dis-a-bilities And all the other targets of This sorry ideology And my gratitude to all the brave soldiers spinn' in their grave To see the beating mess they've made Of the sacrifice they gave To tare apart this worthless state And all that ever made Britain great Well those who sleep in palaces tonight Yae, their still doing alright Their still doing alright