Sam Fender - Play God

You were cracking all your fingers
With your eyes fixed to the floor
Sound had echoed down the street
By the monument you hear
Man screaming through a megaphone
‘Get your hands off the Middle East’
Every word would herd the cynical
Every word would cut your teeth

He will play God
He will play God

It's all the same down in the capital
All the suits in clattered feet
Sewer rats will shower the underground
In a race to make ends meet

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

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

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
He will play God
He will play God
He will play God