I was walking through the counters of a national concern
And a cash machine was spitting by my shoulder
And I saw the multitude of faces, honest, rich and clean
As the merchandise exchanged and money roared
And a woman hot with worry slyly slipped a tin of a stewing steak
Into the paper bag at her side
And her face was white with fear in case her actions were observed
So she closed her eyes to keep her conscience blind
Crying "God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good, God may look the other way today
God knows I'm good, God knows I'm good
God knows I'm good, God may look the other way today"
Then she moved toward the exit clutching tightly at her paper bag