Chosen people, chosen race
Chosen politicians
At the end of their reign
There's only one chosen man
Rulers & religion
Heartache & economy
There finish lines & dead lines
It's a discord & a harmony
Nineveh still needs you
This world still needs you
I'm begging & pleading
Don't loose yourself in all these issues
Take a good look in the mirror
Have some love in your heart
Every soul is different
Be exactly who you ought to be
Pity the people
Pity the people
Pity the people
You pity yourself
The heat is melting you away
Pity the people
I still love anyway
Decide what's most important
Is it love or is it power?
Are you wrong are you right
Does it even really matter?
You pity the tree
That was over your head
God appointed a worm
To attack it, now it's dead
You were angry
Enough to die
Pity the people
Who don't know their left hand from their right
Pity the people
Pity the people
Pity the people
Wake up the world
Wake up the king
Wake up your neighbours
Tell David to sing
Wake up Nineveh
And tell em to repent
Pity the city
You're the man that I've sent
Am I speaking my peace
Or standing up for the least of these?
If I have not love
I'm just a gong and I'm a centrepiece
Am I seeking the truth
And am I speaking what's true?
Am I blind and unforgiving
And unkind and unrelenting
And stubborn and self-serving
From my ultimate hate of you?
Pity the people
Pity the people
Pity the people