God Knows I'm Good (Bowie) - 3:16

I was walking through the counters
of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my
shoulder.
And I saw the multitude of faces, honest,
rich and clean
As the merchandise exchanged and money
roared.
And a woman hot with worry
slyly slipped a tin of stewing steak
Into the paper bag at her side.
And her face was white with fear
in case her actions were observed
So she closed her eyes to keep her
conscience blind.

Crying
"God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God may look the other way today.

God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God may look the other way today."

Then she moved toward the exit
clutching tightly at her paper bag.
Perspiration trickled down her forehead.
And her heart it leapt inside her
as the handlaid on her shoulder,
She was led away bewildered and amazed.
Through her deafened ears
the cash machines were shrieking on the
counter

As her escort asked her softly for her name.
And a crowd of honest people
rushed to help a tired old lady
Who had fainted to the whirling wooden
floor.

Crying
"God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
Surely God won't look the other way.

God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
God knows I'm good,
Surely God won't look the other way."