Karaoké My God Jethro Tull

People what have you done

Locked him in his golden cage

Golden ca-age

Made him bend to your religion

Him resurrected from the grave

From the gra-ave

He's 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

Woah ho

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

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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

Uh huh

You'll be praying 'till next Thursday to all the gods that you can count