You were cracking all your fingers With your eyes fixed to the floor Sound it echoed down the street By the monument you hear Pilot screaming through a megaphone "Get your hands off the Middle East" Every word would herd the cynical Every word would cut your teeth And he will play God And he will play God It's all the same down in the capital All the suits in cladded feet Sewer rats will shower the underground In a race to make ends meet And he will play God And 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? And he will play God No matter who you are or where you been He is watching from the screen Keeps a keen eye on the in-between From the people to the Queen And 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? And he will play God And he will play God And he will play God And he will play God