A God without love is no God of mine.

Who is this God – the King of suffering
Who hears but don't listen  - when u scream 

Who is this God – that sees your tears
Sees you're broken  – but doesn't care

I've lost all faith in the so called Divine
'Cos A God without  love is no God of mine

No father, no son, no holy ghost, you can shove the kingdom come
That from us was  stolen we will take back with the gun
No kings, no queens no presidents, no fascists in control

We need a prophet to give us a sign  – out of the darkness a light to shine
A Mandela of our time

Who is this God – watching over genocide
Who sees but does nothing – as you suicide

When words go unheard the guns must speak
Its the only real language the fascists heed

When calls for freedom are met with bullets
My fingers on the trigger and I'm gonna pull it

 No father, no son, no holy ghost, you can shove the kingdom come
That from us was  stolen we will take back with the gun
No kings, no queens no presidents, no fascists in control

We need a prophet to give us a sign  – out of the darkness a light to shine
A Mandela of our time

My fingers on the trigger don't make me pull it
My fingers on the trigger don't make me pull it
My fingers on the trigger don't make me pull it
My fingers on the trigger don't make me pull it
Pull it! Pull it! Pull it! P ull it!

No father, no son, no holy ghost, you can shove the kingdom come
That from us was  stolen we will take back with the gun
No kings, no queens no presidents, no fascists in control

We need a prophet to give us a sign  – out of the darkness a light to shine
A Mandela of our time