Emitt Rhodes Golden Child Of God
Your eyes are swollen
Your eyes are swollen and sleepless
Those dreams of torment
Those dreams of torment and madness
Take your mother's pain
And take your father's grief
Never let them change
Or never set them free
No you can't be hurt
You're a golden child of God
Lift that heavy load
Your sweat will turn to blood
Your story seldom told
You never fall in love
No, you can't be hurt
You're a golden child of God
Your eyes are swollen
Your eyes are swollen and sleepless
Those dreams of torment
Those dreams of torment and madness
Help your fellow man
Your cause is great and good
Your temple made of sand
No trace of where it stood
No you can't be hurt
You're a golden child of God
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