‘ ‘E Never ‘urt No-One ‘

The traffic jams and diesel fumes,
The shopping precinct catacombs,
The reinforce concrete terrain
Encrusted with a four-star stain.
The digital quartz crystal day,
The nine to five, with the rent to pay.
The anaesthetic video,
The pills to counter feeling low.

“Where is your God, where does he hide?”
I say to you, He lives inside.
You’ve never looked, that is the sin
Your life’s left no room for Him…
(…No, no room for Him.)

The girlfriend phones, she’s in the club:
The pay-rise takes you down the pub.
You have a drink a game of darts,
While the jukebox chain-smokes through the charts.
An so it goes on through your life,
You get the car, a house, a wife.
You get some kids; – peas in a pod.
There’s time for them, but not for God.

“Where is your God, where does he hide?”
I say to you, He lives inside.
You’ve never looked, that is the sin
Your life’s left no room for Him…
(…No, no room for Him.)

Then cancer comes, or heart attack
You’re off your feet and on your back.
Then friends mourn, ‘coss you’ve passed away,
“‘E never ‘urt no-one.” they’ll say.

When you come round on Judgment Day,
Look at your life, what will you say?
“I couldn’t see”? “I didn’t know”?
He’ll say, “My people told you so.”
“I never ‘urt no-one.” you’ll cry,
“I don’t think I deserve to die.”
Jesus will say, “I died for thee,”
“But did you ever think of me?”

Composer: Andy Poulter

Lyricist: Martin Day
© M Day 1979