My God

<br>People -- what have you done -- <br><br>locked Him in His golden cage. <br><br>Made Him bend to your religion -- <br><br>Him resurrected from the grave. <br><br>He is the god of nothing -- <br><br>if that`s all that you can see. <br><br>You are the god of everything -- <br><br>He`s inside you and me. <br><br>So lean upon Him gently <br><br>and don`t call on Him to save you <br><br>from your social graces <br><br>and the sins you used to waive. <br><br>The bloody Church of England -- <br><br>in chains of history -- <br><br>requests your earthly presence at <br><br>the vicarage for tea. <br><br>And the graven image you-know-who -- <br><br>with His plastic crucifix -- <br><br>he`s got him fixed -- <br><br>confuses me as to who and where and why -- <br><br>as to how he gets his kicks. <br><br>Confessing to the endless sin -- <br><br>the endless whining sounds. <br><br>You`ll be praying till next Thursday to <br><br>all the gods that you can count.