Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song My God/Cross Eyed Mary, artist - Jethro Tull. Album song Live At Madison Square Garden 1978, in the genre Прогрессивный рок
Date of issue: 19.10.2009
Record label: Parlophone
Song language: English
My God/Cross Eyed Mary |
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 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 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 |