Dizraeli - Good God lyrics
[Dizraeli - Good God lyrics]
(As long as it doesn't hold you down)
For my mate Mike, God is called Christ
It gives him headspace among the high-rises
It lends order to the muddle of his mind
Sorts his troubles into sins
Helps him struggle through a crisis
For Tom Tom, God is Dionysus
He prays by dropping little white hit's
And wait's for the hurricane of light
Blowing rugged in his eyes
Leaving puddles in his irises
For Polly, God is called Isis
She steals kisses from the nice lips
Her heart's large enough to hold the moon
She's the chorus of a soul tune
Says a little prayer like this:
Deep in the belly
You've got to watch what you worship
Chasing pennies is a very weird
Way to find a purpose
Get yourself a good god and get yourself free
What you call it makes no bones to me
Deep in the belly
You've got to watch what you worship
Chasing pennies is a very weird
Way to find a purpose
Get yourself a good god and get yourself free
What you call it makes no bones to me
No bones to me
No bones and no idols
I circle with the cycles
Instrumentals are my temples and the
Mind is my Bible
I keep it wide open, let my verse flow free
Psalms spoken as an urgent poetry
Words are muscles
And they break commandments
Casting them aside to let
The spark of life set the dark alight
Far and wide over land and sea
My magic speaks with the thousand
Mouths of the banyan tree
With all the twisted tongues
That nature gives it
Without the grandiose pantyhose of the mystic
Who sacrifices sense at an altar shrine
"The body's sinful and the soul divine"
Well, I've had a skinful of an older wine
I came free, now I'm going forth to multiply
The same beast that was present
At the origin of people
I'd rather one tree than
A forest of cathedrals
Deep in the belly
You've got to watch what you worship
Chasing pennies is a very strange
Way to find a purpose
Get yourself a good god and get yourself free
What you call it makes no bones to me
Deep in the belly
You've got to watch what you worship
Chasing pennies is a very strange
Way to find a purpose
Get yourself a good god and get yourself free
What you call it makes no bones to me
No bones to me
For my mate Mike, God is called Christ
It gives him headspace among the high-rises
It lends order to the muddle of his mind
Sorts his troubles into sins
Helps him struggle through a crisis
For Tom Tom, God is Dionysus
He prays by dropping little white hit's
And wait's for the hurricane of light
Blowing rugged in his eyes
Leaving puddles in his irises
For Polly, God is called Isis
She steals kisses from the nice lips
Her heart's large enough to hold the moon
She's the chorus of a soul tune
Says a little prayer like this:
Deep in the belly
You've got to watch what you worship
Chasing pennies is a very weird
Way to find a purpose
Get yourself a good god and get yourself free
What you call it makes no bones to me
Deep in the belly
You've got to watch what you worship
Chasing pennies is a very weird
Way to find a purpose
Get yourself a good god and get yourself free
What you call it makes no bones to me
No bones to me
No bones and no idols
I circle with the cycles
Instrumentals are my temples and the
Mind is my Bible
I keep it wide open, let my verse flow free
Psalms spoken as an urgent poetry
Words are muscles
And they break commandments
Casting them aside to let
The spark of life set the dark alight
Far and wide over land and sea
My magic speaks with the thousand
Mouths of the banyan tree
With all the twisted tongues
That nature gives it
Without the grandiose pantyhose of the mystic
Who sacrifices sense at an altar shrine
"The body's sinful and the soul divine"
Well, I've had a skinful of an older wine
I came free, now I'm going forth to multiply
The same beast that was present
At the origin of people
I'd rather one tree than
A forest of cathedrals
Deep in the belly
You've got to watch what you worship
Chasing pennies is a very strange
Way to find a purpose
Get yourself a good god and get yourself free
What you call it makes no bones to me
Deep in the belly
You've got to watch what you worship
Chasing pennies is a very strange
Way to find a purpose
Get yourself a good god and get yourself free
What you call it makes no bones to me
No bones to me