Fish On Friday
Fish On Friday - Blood on your hands lyrics
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What if God whispered in your head Go and blow them all to pieces Will you say, my God you’re right Will you preach and pray and say It has to be this way But it’s God’s children you blow to pieces And it’s God’s word you blow to pieces I do wish that God would whisper in my head instead We’re all equal, there’s no glory, no such thing in death And there’s no need to change our world at all And there’s no such thing that justifies it all No there’s no need to change our world at all No, there’s no such thing that justifies it all At all We are shouting We are mourning Full of anger We are raging This is no blasphemey We charge you with Murder, first degree Blood on your hands This is no blasphemy at all