God's Children (End) - The Kinks

Man made the buildings that reach for the sky

And man made the motorcar and learned how to fly

But he didn’t make the flowers and he didn’t make the trees

And he didn’t make you and he didn’t make me And he got no right to turn us into machines

He’s got no right at all

'Cause we are all God’s children

And he got no right to change us Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all

Don’t want this world to change me I wanna go back the way the good lord made me Same lungs that he gave me to breath with

Same eyes he gave me to see with

Oh, the rich man, the poor man, the saint and the sinner

The wise man, the simpleton, the loser and the winner

We are all the same to Him

Stripped of our clothes and all the things we own

The day that we are born

We are all God’s children

And they got no right to change us Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made

Oh, the good lord made us all

And we are all his children

And they got no right to change us Oh, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all

Yeah, we gotta go back the way the good lord made us all