Broken teeth and feet of clay
Sunday now so let us pray
Lord we’re lost and ruled by knaves
Yet they tell us we are saved
Pray for peace and pray for aid
Pray for drowning emigres
How can the rich toy with young girls
Deny they’ve sinned,deny they erred
Why are people still so poor
Making clothes for us to wear
Better by a million times
Was saving up and playing games
I bought my satchel, bought my pen
Then my life of rhymes began
Come back neighbours, come back care
We are here and we will dare
Love as if today’s your last
Life goes by, let’s be our best