Savages - Paul Weller

You’re savages, he knows you are.

Do you not think that god is looking down?

On you savages.

the children run, to mothers

You put bullets in their backs

Ah cowards, can you not see

Do you not think that love is coming down?

You have no gods, they have all disowned you

You have no love, so you take it out on

People’s lives in progress

That’s what keeps you going when you’re savages

Savages, you can dress it up

Give it a name and a fancy uniform

And a flag to fly to hide behind

Can you not see the truth that’s on the ground

You have no love

It has all gone cold on you

You never have, so you take it out on

Those whose love is growing

That’s what you hate most, when you’re savages

Do you not see the love is coming down?