I'm seven years old,
And my bow-tie's askew
Gonna get some body of Jesus Christ
In a brown velvet suit
All the girls are dressed
Like angels
How sweetly they sang
Oh be not afraid of
Us delicate meringues
The trailing skirts of God
Have pa**ed on by
It's five years later and
I'm on my knees again
I am here to confirm what my
Parents began
And I promise to abstain from
Intoxicating liquor
But the flesh, it is weak,
And my faith was never stronger
The trailing skirts of God
Have pa**ed on by
But oh how I cling on
Cos it's been a rich seam of song
And though it's make-believe
Can I bring myself to leave
This lie's been burning too long
Sometimes in my teens up in
Kellyer's bedroom
Skipping on Saturday evening
Ma** for some solvent abuse
As the world spun around me,
And I eased to the floor
Must remember to get that sermon,
And keep the wolf from the door
The trailing skirts of God
Have pa**ed on by
I've drifted far from you
In this bloodless coup
I say good-day and adieu