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