[My God]
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

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

[Cross-Eyed Mary]
Who would be a poor man, a beggar-man, 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 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
Mary
Cross-eyed Mary