Play God (Live From Finsbury Park)

You were cracking all your fingers

With your eyes fixed to the floor

Sound, it 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

And he will play God

And 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

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

(That was a bit anticlimactic)

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

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?

He will play God

And he will play God

And he will play God

And he will play God