Paula Cole - God Bless The Child lyrics

Them that's got shall get Them that's not shall lose So the Bible said and it still is news Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Yes,the strong get's more While the weak ones fade Empty pockets don't ever make the grade Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money,you've got lot's of friends Crowding round your door But When your'e gone, spending ends They don't come no more No no they don't come around so lonely Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Money,you've got lot's of friends Crowding round your door But When your'e gone, spending ends They don't come no more Rich relations give Crust of bread and such You can help yourself But don't take too much Mama may have, papa may have But God bless the child that's got his own That's got his own Give'em light Give'em hope Give'em heart God bless the child