Stand Up
J.C. Munro

Politicians take their places filled with hopes and dreams
Noble aspirations, born to serve,
They try to juggle conscience with the backroom lies and schemes,
And in the end they show us the contempt that we deserve

There's nowhere to run,
And no-one to follow,
Millions of souls cry out
But nobody seems to hear their sorrow

(So) Stand up…….Never find it in your heart to ever raise your hand
Stand up…………No more need to listen they'll betray you if they can)
Stand up ………..Every son and daughter every woman, every man
Take the future in your hands
Stand up

Born to wealth and privilege of generations past,
Noble birth is goodness by extension,
This race of winners never lose and "service" comes in last,
And "duty" gets an honourable mention

There's nowhere to run,
And no-one to follow,
Millions of souls cry out
But nobody seems to hear their sorrow

(So) Stand up…….Never find it in your heart to ever raise your hand
Stand up…………No more need to listen they'll betray you if they can)
Stand up ………..Every son and daughter every woman, every man
Take the future in your hands
Stand up

Men of God are called to tend the flock and lead them home,
We ask what makes them choose this row to hoe,
Some who'd lead us to the light have darkness in their souls,
They'll make the children suffer more than we can ever know

There's nowhere to run,
And no-one to follow,
Millions of souls cry out
But nobody seems to hear their sorrow

(So) Stand up…….Never find it in your heart to ever raise your hand
Stand up…………No more need to listen they'll betray you if they can)
Stand up ………..Every son and daughter every woman, every man
Take the future in your hands
Stand up