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My God (Steven Wilson Stereo Remix) - Jethro Tull.lrc

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[00:00.000] 作词 : Ian Anderson
[00:01.000] 作曲 : Ian Anderson
[00:55.500]People what have you done?
[01:01.500]Locked Him in His golden cage,
[01:06.250]Golden cage,
[01:11.750]Made Him bend to your religion,
[01:17.750]Him resurrected from the grave,
[01:22.500]From the grave,
[01:27.250]He is the God of nothing,
[01:31.000]If that’s all that you can see,
[01:41.500]You are the God of everything,
[01:45.500]He’s inside you and me,
[01:58.750]So lean upon Him gently,
[02:05.000]And don't call on Him to save,
[02:15.250]You from your social graces,
[02:21.500]And the sins you used to waive,
[02:26.000]You used to waive,
[02:30.500]And the bloody Church of England,
[02:34.500]In chains of history,
[02:44.750]Requests your earthly presence,
[02:48.750]At the vicarage for tea,
[05:29.500]And the graven image,
[05:31.250]You know who,
[05:35.500]With his plastic crucifix,
[05:40.250]He's got Him fixed,
[05:45.500]Confuses me as to who and where and why,
[05:52.250]As to how he gets his kicks,
[05:56.500]He gets his kicks.
[06:00.500]Confessing to the endless sin,
[06:04.750]The endless whining sounds,
[06:14.750]You'll be praying 'til next Thursday,
[06:18.750]To all the gods that you can count.
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作词 : Ian Anderson
作曲 : Ian Anderson
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 waive,
You used to waive,
And 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 'til next Thursday,
To all the gods that you can count.