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We have plastic, we have metal We have iron, we have steel We have food stuffed in our billies And we're big on sex appeal We are that blessed major power, take all that we can Now we have no yesterday, we even threw that away We have weapons, we have armies We have killers, we have power We have gold stuffed in our pockets This could be our final hour If God you had trusted Your eagle could fly The blood of your soldiers Is this why they died? Spirit of God fall on us Spirit of God fall on us Your flag proudly waving, your colors displayed But your stars are all fading, your banner has frayed We need kindness, we need goodness We need joy, we need peace We need churches filled with people Who are praying on their knees To that blessed major power who gave His Son to man Now we have Him here today, yesterday and forever! From Letras Mania