Lyrics Tom Robinson

Tom Robinson

Merciful God

Fat white maggots with their fat white faces

Crawling all over God's holy places

Smoke glass windows, aircon coaches

Spewing out locusts, spewing out roaches

God is merciful, God is just

Why mind dying if he says we must

I'm not frightened, I'm not fearful

I'm doing the job God put me here for

Preaching democracy and Gentle Jesus

They lie and bully us, bomb and bleed us

Help our enemies slay our brothers

Kill our children and murder our mothers

God is merciful, God is just

Why mind dying if he says we must

I'm not frightened, I'm not tearful

I'm doing the job God put me here for

Fat white maggots, all blind and bloated

Like their reality sugarcoated

There's only one language, they understand

And that's when the bodyparts hit the fan

God is merciful, God is just

Why mind dying if he says we must

I'm not frightened, I'm quite cheerful

Doing the job God put me here for