You were cracking all your fingers With your eyes fixed to the floor Sound had echoed down the street By the monument you hear Man is screaming through a megaphone "Get your hands off the Middle East" Every word would herd the cynical Every word would cut your teeth He will play God He will play God It's all the same down in the capital All the suits and clattered feet Sewer rats will shower the underground In a race to make ends meet He will play God He will play God Am I mistaken? Or are we breaking Under weight from the long time That he will play God Am I mistaken? Or are we breaking Under the weight from the long time That he played God He will play God No matter who you are or where you've been He is watching from a screen Keeps a keen eye on the in-between From the people to the Queen He will play God He will play God Am I mistaken? Or are we breaking Under weight from the long time That he played God Am I mistaken? Or are we breaking Under weight from the long time That he played God He will play God He will play God He will play God He will play God Final