Album: Listen Without Prejudice (1990)
(George Michael)
These are the days of the open hand
They´ll not be the last
Look around now
These are the days of the beggars & the choosers
This is the yeahr of the hungry man
Whose place is in the past
Hand in hand with ignorance
And legitimate excuses
The rich declare themselves poor
And most of us are not sure
If we´ve too much
But we will take our chances
Because god´s stopped keeping score
I guess somewhere along the way
He must have let us alt out to play
Turned his back & all god´s children
Crept out the back door
And it is hard to love, theres so much to hate
Hanging on to hope
When there´s no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it is much too late
Well maybe we should all be praying for time
These are the days of the empty hand
Oh you hold on to what you can
And charity is a coat you wear twice a yeahr
This is the yeahr of the guilty man
Your television takes a stand
And you find that what was over there´s over here
So you scream from behind your door
Say what´s mine is mine & not yours
I may have too much but i will take my chances
Because god´s stopped keeping score
And you cling to the things they sold you
Did you cover your eyes when they told you
That he can not come back
Beacuse he´s no children to come back for
It is hard to love theres so much to hate
Hanging on to hope when there´s no hope to speak of
And the wounded skies above say it is much too late
So maybe we should all be praying for time
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