Текст песни Jethro Tull - My God

locked Him in His golden cage.
Him resurrected from the grave.
if that's all that you can see.
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.
requests your earthly presence at
the vicarage for tea.
as to how he gets his kicks.
the endless whining sounds.
You'll be praying till next Thursday to
all the gods that you can count.