There's no God in all of this.
There's no God in all of this.
There's no God in all of this.
There's no God.
There's no God in all of this.
There's no God in all of this.
There's no God in all of this.
There's no God.
There's no God.
If I could do a dying for you
If I could do a dying for you
You know I'd swap places
In a New York minute
The wooden box would
be in it now Where's the God in?
Where's the God in all of this?
Where's the God in?
Where's the God in all of this?
Walking round the hospital
A Friday afternoon Other children going home
Wondering if the day will come When that might be you
If you'll ever come home
You know I'd swap places
In a New York minute
The wooden box would
have me in it now
Where's the God in?
Where's the God in all of this?
There's no God in all of this.
There's no God in all of this.
There's no God in all of this.
There's no God.
There's no God in all of this.
There's no God in all of this.
and out of this
is no God.
All the other children,
all the other children,
is gone.
But not you.
But not you.