Mister, how you making all your money?
Tell me, what's the reason for this war?
You've bombed another country and left its people hungry
Where I doubt that things where quite so bad before
Mister, what d'you make of all these rebels?
In the deserts, fighting in the sands
With guns from South Dakota and trucks made by Toyota
One wonders how such things posses their hand?
Don't say I'm wrong
Please don't make light
Don't tell me everything's alright
When your profit's in the billions but they've got no hope in sight
And a death toll in the millions
Mister, tell me
How do you sleep at night?
Mister, why d'you send that fleeing family
In squalor to wherever you see fit?
When its in your manifesto to stop them begging outside Tesco
Do you not think this makes you a hypocrite?
Mister, where's the place that they call home now?
Tell me when these people will be free
You've rolled in with your tanks and now you've set up all your banks
It's thanks to you they're labelled refugees
Don't say I'm wrong
Please don't make light
Don't tell me everything's alright
When your profit's in the billions but they've got no hope in sight
And a death toll in the millions
Mister, tell me
How do you sleep at night?
I'm not saying everybody's perfect
I'm not saying everybody's good
But if people stop the lying
And a ceasefire stops the dying
We could save the right from drowning in the mud
But mister, I doubt you've understood
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