I'm Not Converting Anybody

I don't want to convert anybody
That's not what loving God is all about
I don't need to turn you on to Christianity
Just make sure that you follow your own God
And do it honestly

I want a Hindu, to be a Good Hindu
I want a Muslim, to be a Good Muslim
I want a Christian, to be a Good Christian
What's wrong with that?
I want a father, to be a good father
I want a mother, to be a good mother
A child, to be a good son or daughter
What's wrong with that?
It's not a reason for mortal combat

We work with the poorest of the poor
We're just giving them a helping hand
We can always use a couple more
These people are your own kin
Won't you come and join in
You know it wouldn't be a sin
If you gave us a helping hand
Come and give us a helping hand

The firangi is lying, the firangi is lying
The foreigner is lying, the foreigner is lying

Your words are sweet as honey
But I don't eat dessert
You must collect a whole lot of blood money
For every Indian that you convert

Down with conversions, down with conversions
Down with missionaries, down with missionaries

We know what you're trying to hide
We know what's going on inside
Black magic conversion rites
You're a sweet talking snake that bites

Let's get her! Maaro unko saala! Eh! Katto katto

Let's go in for the thrill, let's go in for the thrill
Let's go in for the kill, let's go in for the kill

Ooooooh! You think that what I'm saying is a pack of lies
You think I need to give you alibis
There's only one way for you to realise
What's really going on inside
Come! Come and see it
With your own eyes

Old man retching, we keep on cleaning him up
A young woman bleeding, her husband cut her up
A couple of lepers, we're washing them up
Will you help with that?
We need to feed them, we need to clothe them
We need to heal them, we need to house them
We need to know them
We need to love them
Won't you help with that?
Well if not, let's just leave it at that

These are the poorest of the poor
We just want to lend a helping hand
We can always use a couple more
These are your brothers and your sisters
At worst you'll get some blisters
Can you hear their whispers
Can you hear them say they need a helping hand?
We can all lend a helping hand

Hope your suspicions are laid to rest, my son
This is no conversion nest for anyone
Now if I may be excused, my work is slacking
They will not be too amused, to see me chatting

We're not converting (Oh dear me, no!)
We're not subverting (Goodness gracious, no!)
We're just trying to lend a helping hand
We're just trying to lend a helping hand
You are so strong and able
Come and lend a helping hand

I have seen things today which have made my head turn
I'm going now, Mother; but I shall return
I want to be part of this! I'm zapped; I'm awed
The work I've seen here, is the work of God

God bless you, my child
Go now; I shall be waiting for you

What did you find inside there? What did you find inside there?
What evil things inside there? What evil things inside there?
When are we going to rape them? When are we going to rape them?
When are we going to kill them? When are we going to kill them?

I'll tell you when we shall kill them
When our mothers and sisters learn how to replace them
Until that day, if anyone touches them
They'll answer to me
And God help them