Paul Scotti - Laughing At God [tekst, tłumaczenie i interpretacja piosenki]

VERSE 1

Imagine living in a war zone, wit bombs reigning down upon it
When you aren't home, your family are though...
A place in which the cars blow.. From suicidal bombings
Killing kids wit shrapnel
There’s something wrong wit this world today and it’s awful...
And god he’ll... just continue looking on still
And won’t acknowledge, he just leaves us to our problems
You’ll clasp your hands and call him, you’ll ask him to resolve them...
But come on let’s be honest, All the problems here are man made
The planned raids and campaigns for the oil
On other soil, that man rapes
The starvation throughout the African landscapes
The planned hate that’s set to separate this damn race
While some guy at the top smiles and stuffs on his fat face
You're stuck at the bottom wit debts you can’t pay
So don’t blame god this is now the world that man’s made
It’s just a shame we all got caught up in this rat race!

VERSE 2

Imagine staring at your sick son he’s laying in a hospital bed
And all you've got is thoughts in your head
About what’s possible, no logical thoughts there instead
Your filled with anxiety, your feeling lost and you dread
Every bit of news coming to you, cross but upset
Hoping gods son’ll send an angel to watch and protect
These are days even atheists pray…
Begging for those angels not to take them away
But do not lose your faith, Keep your head held high
And try to bare a smile on your face all the while
Cause a smile brings reassurance to a small child
And gives them hope, plus the strength to carry on and fight
Despite all the negatives with in the situation, you gotta stay strong...
No matter what it is your facing
Your not alone.. Just know that the child feels safe when
They've got their mother by their side
There’s no god could replace them! It’s a shame but…

VERSE 3

Imagine peace all over the planet
It’s kinda sad that we have to imagine it, instead of having it happen...
Why can’t we cease to be hate filled and angered?
Instead bombs being released on the streets hitting innocent targets!
Bombs dropping from jets as they pass...
Children ripping a part from the blasts
Losing limbs in the process imagine living like that
The repercussions from grievous dads
Wit bombs strapped in their bags on their backs, all for the fact...
That these wars generate money
They’re funded by the taxes that they take from me
Instead of feeding somebody that’s hungry
They’ll bomb a country and rob them of wealth
All the death and destruction has got them going through hell
And so they've started turning to god and calling for help
But if we all stood together then we could sort it ourselves
Its time to renew the way that we live, so the next generation of kids
Don’t have go through the same shit that we did... we need to change!!!