My God/Cross Eyed Mary - Jethro Tull

My God/Cross Eyed Mary - Jethro Tull

Альбом
Live At Madison Square Garden 1978
Год
2009
Язык
`Angļu`
Длительность
419460

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My God/Cross Eyed Mary

Jethro Tull

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 wave

You used to wave

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 till next Thursday to all the gods that you can count

Mary …

Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief

If he had a rich man in his hand?

And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby’s mouth

If he could take it from the money man?

Cross-Eyed Mary goes jumping in again

She signs no contract, but she always plays the game

She dines in Hampstead village on expense-accounted gruel

And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school

Laughing in the playground, gets no kicks from little boys

Would rather make it with a letching grey

Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung

Who watches through the railings as they play

Cross-Eyed Mary finds it hard to get along

She’s a poor man’s rich girl, and she’ll do it for a song

She’s a rich-man's stealer, but her favour’s good and strong

She’s the Robin Hood of Highgate, helps the poor man get along

Laughing in the playground, gets no kicks from little boys

Would rather make it with a letching grey

Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung

Who watches through the railings as they play

Cross-Eyed Mary goes jumping in again

She signs no contract, but she always plays the game

She dines in Hampstead village on expense-accounted gruel

And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school

Cross-Eyed Mary

Oh Mary

Oh Cross-Eyed Mary

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