My God Lyrics

 People what have you done
 locked him in his golden cage.
 Made him bend to your religion
 Him resurrected 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 a part of 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 wash 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
 he's got him fixed
 with his plastic crucifix
 confuses me as in who and where and why
 as to how he gets his kicks.
 Confessing to endless sin
 the endless whining sounds.
 You'll be praying till next Thursday to
 all the God that you can count.