| People, what have you done? |
| Locked Him in His golden cage
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| Golden cage
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| Made Him bend to your religion, Him resurrected from the grave
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| From the grave
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| He is the god of nothing, if that’s all that you can see
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| You are the god of everything--He's inside you and me
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| So lean upon Him gently, and don’t call on Him to save
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| You from your social graces, and the sins you used to wave
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| You used to wave
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| The bloody Church of England, in chains of history
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| Requests your earthly presence at the vicarage for tea
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| And the graven image, you-know-who, with his plastic crucifix--he's got Him
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| fixed--
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| Confuses me as to who and where and why, as to how he gets his kicks
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| He gets his kicks
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| Confessing to the endless sin, the endless whining sounds
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| You’ll be praying till next Thursday to all the gods that you can count
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| Mary …
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| Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief
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| If he had a rich man in his hand?
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| And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby’s mouth
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| If he could take it from the money man?
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| Cross-Eyed Mary goes jumping in again
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| She signs no contract, but she always plays the game
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| She dines in Hampstead village on expense-accounted gruel
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| And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school
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| Laughing in the playground, gets no kicks from little boys
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| Would rather make it with a letching grey
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| Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
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| Who watches through the railings as they play
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| Cross-Eyed Mary finds it hard to get along
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| She’s a poor man’s rich girl, and she’ll do it for a song
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| She’s a rich-man's stealer, but her favour’s good and strong
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| She’s the Robin Hood of Highgate, helps the poor man get along
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| Laughing in the playground, gets no kicks from little boys
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| Would rather make it with a letching grey
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| Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
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| Who watches through the railings as they play
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| Cross-Eyed Mary goes jumping in again
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| She signs no contract, but she always plays the game
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| She dines in Hampstead village on expense-accounted gruel
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| And the jack-knife barber drops her off at school
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| Cross-Eyed Mary
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| Oh Mary
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| Oh Cross-Eyed Mary |