God’s Children - 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 want to 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