Easter? Jefferson Airplane

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Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he's talking
I think he's stalking devils of flesh.
He rides chauffeur through the streets instead of walking.
I think his holy story, I think his story is a mess.

All I did last Easter, all I did was paint some eggs.
It was a resurrection holy day.
No more nails, no more nails in the holy legs.

Only one true holy book in your hand,
singing in Latin nobody understands.
Licking wafers paper thin.
Ah, stupid Christian, isn't it grand?
Is that your reason for this day?
Do you have a little something holy that you'd like to say?
Something about a magic, sacred, holy day.

You look holy and humble on your knees,
but it looks funny when you run that way.
Pope taking all of your money
turning your feet ,
turning your feet into clay, clay (pigeon).

One man of peace dies, and a hundred wars begin.
You keep murdering people in his Christian name--I thought he said--
I thought he said that was
a sin. Soldier where have you been?
Holy day.

All I'm gonna do this Easter, I'm just gonna paint some eggs.
It's a resurrection holy day.
No more nails, no more nails in the holy legs.
No more brains, no more brains in the Christian.




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