Lyrics

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
Writer(s): Josephine Foster Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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