How good it is that God above has never gone on strike
Because he wasn't treated fair in things He didn't like
If only once He'd given up and said,
"That's it, I'm through!"
"I've had enough of those on earth,
so this is what I'll do."
"I'll give my orders to the sun - Cut off the heat supply
And to the moon - give no more light and run the oceans dry"
Then just to make things really tough and put the pressure on
"Turn off the vital oxygen til every breath is gone.
You know he would be justified if fairness was the game
For no one has been more abused or met with more disdain
Than God, and yet he carries on, supplying you and me
With favours of His grace and everthing for free.
Men say they want a better deal, and so on strike they go
But what a deal we've given God to whom all thing we owe
We don't care whom we hurt to gain
the things that we would like
But what a mess we'd all be in, if God should go on strike.