Song Lyrics
as to how he gets his kicks
Him resurrected from the grave, confuses me as to who and where and why, what have you done
If that s all that you can see, and the graven image you know who
him resurrected from the grave
He is the god of nothing, at the vicarage for tea Tull, you are the god of everything
In chains of history, with his plastic crucifix
From your social graces, you ll be praying till next thursday
Made him bend to your religion, so lean upon him gently God, locked him in his golden cage
At the vicarage for tea, made him bend to your religion, made him bend to your religion
and the graven image you know who
To all the gods that you can count, he s got him fixed
You used to waive, at the vicarage for tea Jethro, to all the gods that you can count
you ll be praying till next thursday
he is the god of nothing
Him resurrected from the grave, from the grave
to all the gods that you can count
he s inside you and me
And the graven image you know who, to all the gods that you can count Tull, locked him in his golden cage
From your social graces, to all the gods that you can count
he s inside you and me
The endless whining sounds, the endless whining sounds
So lean upon him gently, from your social graces
Locked him in his golden cage, you are the god of everything, so lean upon him gently
You ll be praying till next thursday, and the bloody church of england
In chains of history, from your social graces
You ll be praying till next thursday, he s got him fixed God, and don t call on him to save you