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 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. 
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 [bad word] 
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.