All God's children need traveling 
shoes 
Drive your problems from here 
All good people read good books 
Now your conscience is clear 
I hear you talk girl 
Now your conscience is clear 

In the morning when 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 
And never do what you say 

 [bad word]  
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 that 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 

 [bad word]  

Cup of tea take time to think yeah 
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