Jimmy Davis - A Prayer Lyrics
We need change, and we need it quickSome of the things that surround me and that I see are sickWe’ve let the fear trick us into thinking that we’re heading into apocalyptic waters and can’t steer the shipAnd so they grip up the rudder but just can’t seem to navigateWatching another dream evaporateUnder the pretence that their greed will gravitate them to status that society really needs to eradicateBut that they’d rather promote, and so rather than vote, they’d rather be out doing lager and cokeYoung women clattering booze and pricks sniffingA small proportion sharing the views of Nick GriffinDespicable dads, incest, sadismAnd criminal lads whose interests are make prisonChase women, blaze grade, keep their blades with emI’m seeing hate driven, racism, Great BritainAnd it’s saddening but it’s happeningMother nature taking a battering, global neighbours are battlingFor supremacy, call people the enemy, control a commodity and be ultimately damagingTo the country you’re economically managingHow can a nation rebuild itself while you are massacre’ingI sit and watch but find it challenging and staggeringI see Armageddon and see the storm clouds gatheringAnd I pray, that the world will see better daysBut we don’t seem to change our waysIs this a phase or the way it stays?Employers think they own usBreaking my back to pay a mother*****ing bankers bonusThese wankers are soullessWonder why the pay, conditions and equipment angers the soldiersPay your taxes, contribute to the economy until the *****ing day it collapsesFunding the fight against evil’s axisFor the purpose of a war the word illegal relaxesI’ve got the blues brother, like Dan AckroydSo do the country a favour and ban tabloidsClaim they’re for the people with all their sincerityCoverage consists of a footballers infidelityAnd incredibly, glamorised ignoranceThe sad thing it seems to magnetise millionsIn a country full of dissatisfied citizensThey’re controlling the nation with their advertised opinionsMass media, it’s like mind controlWe need to disengage, relocate and find the soulTime to shake our conscience proper with both handsStranded in a land of emptiness, spiritual no mansUncontrolled lending and spendingConstant taking, law breaking and rule bendingOne man’s main is another man’s appetiserBut the voice of the poor for them is a constant reminderAnd I pray, that the world will see better daysBut we don’t seem to change our waysIs this a phase or the way it stays?So our communities are dead, more segregationAnd our kids are force fed more educationKeep them chained in the house playing computerCos the little kid down the road is bowling round holding a shooterBut if you take a step back and put it in perspectiveYou might realign your thinking and *****ing stand correctedThere’s no can of cola for the kid in AngolaJust an AK and a taking over the land directiveYo we need change pronto, Sierra Leone, Democratic Republic of CongoCivil war where power is what they’re killing forBut in fact it’s doing very little more than just instilling pureHatred, into mentally raped kidsHow could they ever justify what they have created?Afghanistan, destroy and rebuild emThe flow of opium is more important than the childrenThey call it aid, it’s just another way for them to manipulate the trade and make sure they get paidWould it make you see the light dude, if you had to spend every day of your life trying to find foodTrying to dodge aids, avoid malariaAvoid military personnel destroying the areaI’d love to see you vent your anger in UgandaThey might chop off your hands, gauge your eyes out or simply hang yaI see clearly through the propagandaBrazilian gunplay is slicker than any football or soccer sambaTake your petty knife crime to SomaliaAnd watch when they cut you up worse than the black dahliaThe bubbles burst, there’s no longer a fantasy you’re residing in and hiding in, reality decipheringAnd if you can’t see, then you aren’t freeSo move away from the stereo calmly
