All God's children need travelling shoes Drive your problems from here All good people read good books Now your conscience is clear I hear you talk, girl Now your conscience is clear In the morning when I wipe my brow Wipe the miles away I like to think I can be so willed And never do what you say I'll never hear you And never do what you say Look, my eyes are just holograms Look, your love has drawn red from my hands From my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety We just poked a little empty pie For the fun that people had at night Late at night don't need hostility Timid smile and pause to free I don't care about their different thoughts Different thoughts are good for me Up in arms and chaste and whole All God's children took their toll Look, my eyes are just holograms Look, your love has drawn red from my hands From my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety Half the people read the papers Read them good and well Pretty people, nervous people People have got to sell News you have to sell Look, my eyes are just holograms Look, your love has drawn red from my hands From my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety Look, my eyes are just holograms Look, your love has drawn red from my hands From my hands you know you'll never be More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety More than twist in my sobriety