Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

Aqualung

Oh 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 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 waive. 
The bloody Church of England - 
in chains of history - 
requests you 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. 
Confessing to the endless sin - 
the endless whining sounds. 
You'll be praying till next Thursday to 
all the gods that you can count.