God Knows I'm Good
I was walking through the counters of a national concernAnd a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder
And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and cleanAs the merchandise exchanged and money roaredAnd a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of stewing steakInto the paper bag at her sideAnd her face was white with fear in case her actions were observedSo she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind
Crying"God knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod may look the other way today
God knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod may look the other way today"
Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly at her paper bagPerspiration trickled down her foreheadAnd her heart it leapt inside her as the hand laid on her shoulderShe was led away bewildered and amazedThrough her deafened ears the cash machines were shrieking on the counterAs her escort asked her softlyfor her nameAnd a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old ladyWho had fainted to the whirlingwooden floor
Crying"God knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodSurely God won't lookthe other way
God knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodSurely God won't lookthe other way"