My God
- Jethro Tull (2011)You are listening to the song My God by Jethro Tull, writer by Jethro Tull in album Aqualung. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
People what have you done?
Locked Him in His golden cage
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
You used to waive.
And 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
He gets his kicks.
Confessing to the endless sin
The endless whining sounds
You'll be praying 'til next Thursday
To all the gods that you can count.
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