Текст песни Child of God - Josephine Foster
Don't
it
feel
silly?
Don't
it
feel
odd?
Being
just
a
bitty
child
of
God
Living
in
the
city,
gettin'
high
on
the
hog
Isn't
it
a
pity?
A
child
of
God
The
city
is
our
reservation
And
the
tribe
is
on
its
knees
'Cause
child
of
God,
we're
living
miserably
Don't
it
feel
silly?
Don't
it
feel
odd?
Being
just
a
bitty
child
of
God
Sinnin'
in
the
city,
getting'
lost
in
the
fog
Ain't
that
a
pity?
A
child
of
God
The
city
is
our
reservation
And
the
tribe
is
on
its
knees
'Cause
child
of
God,
we're
living
miserably
Child
of
God
Child
of
God
Don't
it
feel
silly?
Don't
it
feel
odd?
Being
just
a
bitty
child
of
God
Living
in
the
city,
gettin'
high
on
the
hog
Isn't
it
a
pity?
A
child
of
God
The
city
is
our
reservation
And
the
tribes
acknowledging
That
child
of
God,
we're
living
miserably
Maybe
it's
the
revelation
That
we're
cogs
in
the
machine
Child
of
God,
we're
living
miserably
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