God's Gift

It's God's gift to the lost and needy Rich and greedy, pulsing ragged tide It's God's gift to all his young Whoa-oh-oh-oh, to the cool and the certified It's God's gift to the kings and generals Young men in tickertape uniforms Oh-oh-oh-oh, they come with tongues of fire Praying for the victory Wrap it up, take it away It's God's gift to the armies of the world The sheiks of the sword and the Mafioso death cord It's God's gift to the head-hunting girls Keepers of the final flame, hey It's God's gift to the metal toi To the mob to the boys of the Ninja death squad Oh, now there's no talk back Go, go, Ronnie, go Detonate, blow us away Oh, no, no, no, no, not me Can't you understand, I said I've had a hard day Digging my head in the sand I said ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh I said ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh It's God gift to the opium tongues To the spitfire sons in shooting star machines It's God's gift to the reds to the blues To the blacks and the whites To the oranges and the greens And all for nothing All for nothing All for nothing All for nothing Huh! It's God's gift to the lost and needy To the rich and greedy, the pulsing ragged tide It's God's gift to all his young To the cool and the certified It's God's gift to the kings and generals Young men in tickertape uniforms They come with tongues of fire Praying for the victory Wrap it up, take it away Wrap it up, take it away