Lyrics:

Who will be a guest in your tent?
Certainly not the ones who don't wanna repent
And keep giving guns to the poorest of our nation's sons

Who is gonna call you by name?
With no confusion, trinity or preacher's vain?
Who says that every time
And opens up the eyes of the blind

Who will be the one in his bed?
Certainly not the ones who put thorns on his head
And wish him dead while they took his daily bread

Which one is of value to you?
The one depleting the oil supply
Or the one that renews it
And keeps the peace
Like the groove in Sade's Sweetest Taboo

Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest

Who will be a guest in your tent?
Are you gonna be happy with how your life has been spent?
Did you have open arms for each and everybody you met?

Or did you let them die in the rain?
Endless war, poverty or hurricane
Then it's time for another groove
Like Sade's Sweetest Taboo

Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest

Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest
Give it to me, give it to me
Give it to me, give it to me, the sweetest