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my god/cross eyed mary - live at madison square garden - jethro tull lyrics

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 bl–dy 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

- jethro tull lyrics

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