Lyrics:

Famines will be famines, banquets will be banquets**lf**Some spend winter in a palace, some spend it in blankets**lf**Don''t wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away**lf**Don''t shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today**lf****lf**Time to end the praying**lf**Listen what they''re saying**lf****lf**Get up off your knees**lf**You can wag your finger till your finger''s sore**lf**Shake your head till it shakes no more**lf****lf**Paupers will be paupers, bankers will be bankers**lf**Some own pennies in a jar, some own oil tankers**lf**What may sound like tomorrow could be ours today**lf**There''s no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray**lf****lf**Time to end the praying**lf**Listen what they''re saying**lf**Get up off your knees**lf**You can wag your finger till your finger''s sore**lf**Shake your head till it shakes no more**lf****lf**Countries will be countries, borders will be borders**lf**Some have lost their folks at war, some have give orders**lf**Don''t wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away**lf**Don''t shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today**lf****lf**Time to end the praying**lf**Listen what they''re saying