Fish On Friday Blood On Your Hands lyrics

What if God whispered in your head
Go and blow them all to pieces
Will you say, my God you're right
Will you preach and pray and say
It has to be this way
But it's God's children you blow to pieces
And it's God's word you blow to pieces
I do wish that God would whisper in my head instead
We're all equal, there's no glory, no such thing in death
And there's no need to change our world at all
And there's no such thing that justifies it all
No there's no need to change our world at all
No, there's no such thing that justifies it all
At all

We are shouting
We are mourning
Full of anger
We are raging
This is no blasphemey
We charge you with
Murder, first degree
Blood on your hands
This is no blasphemy at all