Ice Cream Sundays
© Peter Rand/Les Cotton
Author: Les Cotton (Music) Peter Rand (Words)
Hands up in the classroom for some Sunday School religion
Teacher smiling kindly quoting parables of wisdom
God is speaking through him of an otherworldly kingdom
And everything that's wrong down here is righted by his system

Hands up in the supermarket bargain basement prizes
Chemicals and sugar coating fancy dress disguises
Instant answers on the shelf to fit a range of sizes
The retail gurus mark us down with money off surprises

Give the poor contempt
and envy to the rich
Bow to priests and charlatans
and burn the bloody witch
Buy your way to heaven
using credit card receipts
Walk the other way past
the scum under your feet

Hands upon the moneybags and fingers in the pie
The users and the usurers escape the hue and cry
While cities sleep the city keeps a baleful open eye
on short-term opportunities too juicy to pass by

Hands up for the lawman and the organ grinder's monkey
The judges free the guilty and the innocents go hungry
While children look in vain for Jesus' picture perfect country
The bitter pill is swallowed with a month of Ice Cream Sundays

Let the world go by
day by unjust day
It's only human nature
to keep it all this way
Call yourself unworthy
Worth no more than a thief
Call yourself believer
in a life without belief

Hands up for the lawman and the organ grinder's monkey
The judges free the guilty and the innocents go hungry
While children look in vain for Jesus' picture perfect country
The bitter pill is swallowed with a month of Ice Cream Sundays