My God — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

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 that`s all that you can see.

You are the god of everything --

He`s inside you and me.

So lean upon Him gently

and don`t 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 --

he`s 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.

You`ll be praying till next Thursday to

all the gods that you can count.