V.I.P.
What is real VIP
Do we have the balls to go to their party
Or do we rather stay and dance with vanity
Tell me now what's a real VIP
And who are we to give that name to us
When we don't know the lives of others
When we can barely raise a finger
To help our own sisters and brothers
Wasn't it in history
The artists always spoke their people's needs
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of MTV
Telling the youth to worship futile dreams
And long for bling and for material things
I tell you what a real VIP is
A face that never was nor will be kissed
To whom exactly are we givin' hope
When we stand behind the velvet rope
Or get our pictures taking with the pope
Like some sick April Fool kind of joke
Who's is the really really real VIP
The one the trail the most conquering kin
Who looks around at everything
And sees exactly what we've been
He is the face that never was nor will be kissed
Do we think we'll be down on his guest list
When were standing at the gates
After being fashionably late
There'll be no make up and there'll be no film crews
No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes
When he's presiding over you
Asking you did you love only you
Or did you stand for something else
Besides the hankering for fame and fame itself
The one who always was and always is
Will show you what a real VIP is
The fatherless
The motherless
The ravaged child at home who cried to you
You will be asked to say what did you do
And what's behind this velvet curtain
Don't know but I can say for certain
A face that never was nor will be kissed
Will show you what a real VIP is
How can you say we are wise and we posess the instruction of the lord
Certainly for nothing your pains have labored
for nothing your writers have written
The wise will be put to shame, see?
They reject the word of the Lord, so their wisdom amounts to nothing
They dress the wounds of mind poor people
As though they are nothing
Saying, peace, peace when there is no peace
Saying all is well, when nothing is well
Glory be to the Father and to The Son,
And the the Holy Spirit, as it was in the begining is now and ever shall be,
World without end, Oh Yeah!
Do we have the balls to go to their party
Or do we rather stay and dance with vanity
Tell me now what's a real VIP
And who are we to give that name to us
When we don't know the lives of others
When we can barely raise a finger
To help our own sisters and brothers
Wasn't it in history
The artists always spoke their people's needs
Now we're gorged upon what devils feed
In the shallow form of MTV
Telling the youth to worship futile dreams
And long for bling and for material things
I tell you what a real VIP is
A face that never was nor will be kissed
To whom exactly are we givin' hope
When we stand behind the velvet rope
Or get our pictures taking with the pope
Like some sick April Fool kind of joke
Who's is the really really real VIP
The one the trail the most conquering kin
Who looks around at everything
And sees exactly what we've been
He is the face that never was nor will be kissed
Do we think we'll be down on his guest list
When were standing at the gates
After being fashionably late
There'll be no make up and there'll be no film crews
No Vuitton bags and no Manolo shoes
When he's presiding over you
Asking you did you love only you
Or did you stand for something else
Besides the hankering for fame and fame itself
The one who always was and always is
Will show you what a real VIP is
The fatherless
The motherless
The ravaged child at home who cried to you
You will be asked to say what did you do
And what's behind this velvet curtain
Don't know but I can say for certain
A face that never was nor will be kissed
Will show you what a real VIP is
How can you say we are wise and we posess the instruction of the lord
Certainly for nothing your pains have labored
for nothing your writers have written
The wise will be put to shame, see?
They reject the word of the Lord, so their wisdom amounts to nothing
They dress the wounds of mind poor people
As though they are nothing
Saying, peace, peace when there is no peace
Saying all is well, when nothing is well
Glory be to the Father and to The Son,
And the the Holy Spirit, as it was in the begining is now and ever shall be,
World without end, Oh Yeah!
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Writer(s): Sinead O Connor
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