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



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

With endless whining sounds

You'll be praying 'til next Thursday

To all the gods that you can count