Betty was a blonde blue eyed baby Who marked her first birthday on easter morning But her parents had other reasons to celebrate that day Betty had just learnt to walk by herself And her mother's got a new job just downtown Cross from the Phillip P. Murrah in an office tower But they don't like to see the children play They don't like the government so what have they done All the toys are covered in blood A little fire truck is broken Well I guess that they think it'd be better To reign down in hell Than to serve up in heaven Well the devil's got a seat next to him Oh Timmy, he's waiting Where was god? And don't you tell us how he works in mysterious ways? For when all is lost we're tired Of hearing that line Where was god? And do you think that she'll find the faith that she needs? For when all is lost and gone... and gone... Well they don't like to see the children play They don't like the government so what have they done All the toys are covered in blood A little fire truck is broken... is broken... Where was god? They don't like to see the children play Don't you tell us how he works in mysterious ways They don't like the government so what have they done For when all is lost and gone... and gone... But at least we have our thoughts to remember The pictures of you, we treasured a few Never forget that god bless the people... of Oklahoma City Never forget that god bless the people... of Oklahoma City Never forget that god bless the children... of Oklahoma City