| All god’s children hatin' on each other
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| And waitin' for the world to end
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| Reading the Koran reading revelations
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| And hopin' for a happy end
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| Well all god’s children are linin' up Waiting for the first spot by the gates
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| Some want to talk to angels
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| Some are waitin' for a very hot date
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| Some things you touch and feel, some things you take on faith, yeah
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| Hey sonny, strap this bang-bang round your waist
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| And hang out in a crowded place
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| All god’s children
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| Well all god’s babies are innocent
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| At least they’re born that way
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| All god’s ladies in the firmament
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| Do they get the virgins like the good books say?
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| I think you lost me on this stuff about heaven and hell, yeah
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| Run that by me again how the fallen angel fell, yeah
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| Keep on ringin' those bells
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| (Repeat refrain)
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| Hebrew, hindu, catholic, baptists
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| Episcopalian gone mad
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| Equal-opportunity nutcase
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| Dyin' for a Jihad
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| So park this car outside the mall
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| Push the button, that’s a good lad
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| But don’t you ever get the feeling that
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| Maybe you’re bein' had
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| All god’s children
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| All god’s children
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| (Repeat refrain)
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| Well all god’s children are linin' up Tryin' to be the first one through the gates
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| Some want to talk to angels
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| Some are gettin' ready for a real hot date
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| God’s children… |