I stand In my kitchen
I’m warm safe and sound
But on the tv there’s screaming
I See buildings falling down
And I know that I’m lucky
To have been born here and now
….

I’ve got food I’ve got shelter
I’ve got money coming in
I’ve got family and friends
I’ve got a house full of things
And I know that I’m lucky
I can choose not to sin

I send my money off

March in the street

Here there’s sit-coms and football

nights out at a bar

But I hear screams from the rubble

Theres a bomb in a car

There’s the tears (rips) in the air

I send my money

But

I’ve got water