Lyrics © Martin Kerr 2023
Away in bomb shelters, concrete for a bed
The little lost children lay down their sweet heads.
The drones in the dark sky look down where they lay
While they pray to the angels to fly them away.
The mother is crying, the baby awakes
The building is rocking, the whole city shakes.
Bless all the dear children who are living through hell
But the Lockheed and Boeing shares are doing so well.
O Father forgive them, for they still don’t know
This world is a sandbox and Time’s wind will blow
Away all the borders, every kingdom will fall
And the riches we fight for will be nothing at all.
God rest ye merry billionaires, let nothing you dismay
Forget your workers families going hungry on this day
And save yourselves from income tax - you'll never need to pay
O tidings of corruption and greed, corruption and greed
O tidings of corruption and greed
In Washington and London-town you pay the lobby fees
To hold the reins both left and right of sham democracies
And keep us entertained so we don’t know we’re on our knees
Fear not ye say the media, they only sing your praise
The job-creator gave us all that's good and all that pays
Be thankful for your stable-beds and don’t ask for a raise
The Prince of Peace you call Him while you make war in His name
A man with no possessions made a shill for earthly gain
Imagine all the people led by men who have no shame