People what have you done Locked him in his golden cage. Made him bend to your religion Him resurrected from the grave. He is the God of nothing If thats all that you can see. You are the God of everything So lean upon him gently And dont call on him to save you From your social graces And the sins you used to waive. The bloody church of england In chains of history Requests your earthly presence at The vicarage for tea. And the graven image you know who With his plastic crucifix Hes got him fixed Confuses me as to who and where and why As to how he gets his kicks. Confessing to the endless sin The endless whining sounds. Youll be praying till next thursday to All the gods that you can count.Teksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
