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 praying   Listen what they're saying