All God’s children need
travelling shoes
Drive your problems from
here
All good people read good
books
Now your conscience is clear
I hear you talk girl
In the morning I wipe my
brow
Wipe the miles away
I like to think I can be so
willed
And never do what you say
I’ll never hear you
Look my eyes are just
holograms
Look your love has drawn red
from my hands
From my hands you know
you’ll never be
More than twist in my
sobriety
We just poked a little pie
For the fun people had at
night
Late at night don’t need
hostility
The timid smile and pause to
free
I don’t care about their
different thoughts
Different thoughts are good
for me
Up in arms and chaste and
whole
All God’s children took their
toll
Cup of tea, take time to think,
yea
Time to risk a life, a life, a life
Sweet and handsome
Soft and porky
You pig out ’til you’ve seen
the light
Pig out ’til you’ve seen the
light
Half the people read the
papers
Read them good and well
Pretty people, nervous
people
People have got to sell
News you have to sell
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