My God - Ian Anderson

    People what have you done:
    locked Him in His golden cage.
    Made Him bend to your religion
    Him resurrected from the grave
    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.

    Marco Giunco
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