God Save the Hungry

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 altogether is more than the sum of it's parts
But they will call you a traitor
For even daring to believe
A slight 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 wont 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 wont stick in my throat
To see a millionaire politician 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 i raise your voice and sing along

Yeah, 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 my gratitude to all the brave soldiers spinning in their grave
To see the Eaton mess that they've 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...
They're still doing alright

They're still doing alright