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