Song lyrics Get up off our knees by The Housemartins

Famines will be famines, banquets will be banquets
some spend winter in a palace, some spend it in blankets
Don´t wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
Don´t shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today
Time to end the praying
Listen what they´re saying
Get up off your knees
You can wag your finger till your finger´s sore
Shake your head till it shakes no more
Paupers will be paupers, bankers will be bankers
Some own pennies in a jar, some own oil tankers
What may sound like tomorrow could be ours today
There´s no more need for sorrow if we get off our knees to pray
Time to end the praying
Listen what they´re saying
Get up off your knees
You can wag your finger till your finger´s sore
Shake your head till it shakes no more
Countries will be countries, borders will be borders
Some have lost their folks at war, some have give orders
Don´t wag your fingers at them and turn to walk away
Don´t shoot someone tomorrow that you can shoot today
Time to end the prayingListen what they´re saying.