"Lay Down Jerusalem (If I Had Been God)" lyrics - ROGER WATERS

If I had been God
I would've rearranged the things in the face to make them more resistant to alcohol
And less prone to aging
If I had been God
I would have sired many sons and I would not have suffered
The Romans to kill even one of them
If I had been God
With my staff and my wine
If I had been given the nod
I believed I might have done a better job

And if I were a drone
Patrolling foreign skies
If I were a drone patrolling foreign skies
With my electronic eyes for guidance
And the element of surprise
I would be afraid to find someone home
Maybe a woman at a stove
Baking bread, making rice or just boiling down some bones
If I were a drone

Lay down Jerusalem
Lay your burden down
Lay down Jerusalem
Lay your burden down
The temple's in ruins
The bankers get fed
The buffalo's gone and
The mountain top's flat
The trout in the streams are all hermaphrodite
You lean to the left but you fall to the right
Lay down
Manorama gulf stream and secular pools
There's 99 cents worth of drunkards and fools
Lay down
Lay down

And if I were a Muslim and you were a Jew
If I were a Mennonite and you were an Hindu
Would we exchange the weight of these chains
Chains of belief and the carnage on the trains
To turn over a new leaf

If I had been God
I would not have chosen anyone
I would have laid an even hand
On all my children, every one
I would have been content
To follow Ramadan and Lent
Time better spent
Spent in the company of friends
Breaking bread and mending nets

Splish splash, hallelujah
Splish splash, hallelujah
Splish splash, hallelujah
There were ten in the pool, some black, some white
Well the yellow one drowned, and then there were nine
Splish splash, hallelujah
Splish splash, hallelujah
Three in a pool is the general rule
One too many, and then there were two
Splish splash, hallelujah
Splish splash, hallelujah
Splish splash, hallelujah
There were two in the pit, and the little one said
"Roll over, you're dead"
The champion sits
On his golden throne
In his echoing, empty, magnificent home
Looking out over the sea of bones
The last man standing, stands alone
Lay down, Jerusalem
Lay down, Jerusalem
Lay down, Jerusalem
The champion sits
On his golden throne
In his echoing, empty, magnificent home
Looking out over the sea of bones
The last man standing, stands alone
Lay down