You tell me just how much it's worth
To count the faithful heads in South America
Rihteous Father defender of the poor
Why do these people need our world ?
There must be more to life...anyone knows
Warships and Christians hovering in the wings
We never wanted this...children for sale
Harping back to the knights on their silver steeds
We're plucking flowers and sowing weeds
And poverty grows

Say No
Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
The time for changing has begun
Say No
Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
You must shape the things to come
Do do do do do do do do de do
Shape the things to come
Do do do do do do do do de do

All in the garden isn't as it should be
One law for you one law for me
Detente apocalypso sermons on the screen
Righteous leaders wolves dressed up as sheep
Soap opera war in the name of peace
And that's not good enough tear off their clothes !

Lord God Almighty maker of heaven and earth
You tell me just how much they're worth
The empty promises of men with narrow minds
Evangelists and presidents and kings
With perfect teeth and golden wings
But can they sleep at night with consciences clear

Mothers and daughters, fathers and sons
The time for chaning has begun
Mothers and dauhters, fathers and sons
We must shape the things to come