Grace Petrie - God Save The Hungry lyrics
[Grace Petrie - God Save The Hungry lyrics]
Am I an agitator for not thinking it's cool
That some were born to suffer
While some were born to rule?
Does that make me a traitor?
Before you toss that word around
Please understand
That I love this land of mine
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But, if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So I wrote him a brand new song that goes
God save the hungry, God save the poor
God save those desperate souls whose lives
Were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and
Those with disabilities
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 they're doing alright
And Britain could be greater
If it had fairness at it's heart
Oh, this nation all together
Is more than the sum of it's parts
But they'll call you a traitor
For even daring to believe a sleight of hand
From those who bleed this land dry
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But, if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were 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 lives
Were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and
Those with disabilities
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 they're doing alright
I think they're doing alright
So give me a song
That won't stick in my throat
If you agree the only power we should respect
Is that come from a vote so give me a song
That won't stick in my throat
To see our millionnaire politicians say
We're all in the same boat
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But, if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So raise your voices, sing along yeah
God save the hungry, and God save the poor
God save those desperate souls whose lives
Were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and
Those with disabilities
And all the other targets
Of this Tory ideology
And my gratitude to all the brave
Soldiers spinning in their grave
To see the Eton Mess that Dave
Made of the sacrifice they gave
To tear apart the Welfare State
And all that ever made Britain great
While those who sleep in palaces tonight
Yeah, they're still doing alright
They're still doing alright
That some were born to suffer
While some were born to rule?
Does that make me a traitor?
Before you toss that word around
Please understand
That I love this land of mine
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But, if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So I wrote him a brand new song that goes
God save the hungry, God save the poor
God save those desperate souls whose lives
Were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and
Those with disabilities
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 they're doing alright
And Britain could be greater
If it had fairness at it's heart
Oh, this nation all together
Is more than the sum of it's parts
But they'll call you a traitor
For even daring to believe a sleight of hand
From those who bleed this land dry
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But, if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were 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 lives
Were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and
Those with disabilities
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 they're doing alright
I think they're doing alright
So give me a song
That won't stick in my throat
If you agree the only power we should respect
Is that come from a vote so give me a song
That won't stick in my throat
To see our millionnaire politicians say
We're all in the same boat
And yeah, it's true God ain't my thing
But, if he was, I'd rather sing
For all of the refugees
Perishing in foreign seas
Those bodies washed up on the shores
Were fleeing our state-sponsored wars
And our leader sees nothing wrong
So raise your voices, sing along yeah
God save the hungry, and God save the poor
God save those desperate souls whose lives
Were torn apart by war
God save the homeless and
Those with disabilities
And all the other targets
Of this Tory ideology
And my gratitude to all the brave
Soldiers spinning in their grave
To see the Eton Mess that Dave
Made of the sacrifice they gave
To tear apart the Welfare State
And all that ever made Britain great
While those who sleep in palaces tonight
Yeah, they're still doing alright
They're still doing alright