David Bowie God Knows I'm Good Lyrics
I was walking through the counters of a national concernAnd a cash machine was spitting by my shoulderAnd 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 actionswere observedSo she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blindCryingGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod may look the other way todayGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod may look the other way todayThen 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 softly for her nameAnd a crowd of honest people rushed to help a tired old ladyWho had fainted to the whirling wooden floorCryingGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodSurely God won't look the other wayGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodGod knows I'm goodSurely God won't look the other wayHey
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