My God

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In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him.
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2 And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord over all the earth when it was suited to Man.
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3 And on the seven millionth day Man rested and did lean heavily on his God and saw that it was good.
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4 And Man formed Aqualung of the dust of the ground, and a host of others likened unto his kind.
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5 And these lesser men Man did cast into the void. And some were burned; and some were put apart from their kind.
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6 And Man became the God that he had created and with his miracles did rule over all the earth.
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7 But as these things did come to pass, the Spirit that did cause Man to create his God lived on within all Men: even within Aqualung.
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8 And Man saw it not.
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9 But for Christ's sake he'd better start looking.
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My God
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Oh 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 thats 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 crucifix -
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.
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Prologue and Lyrics by Ian Andrerson, Jethro Tull, Aqualung