Gentle women
Don't you know God is a man
Gentle men
Don't you know God is a woman
And like any good poet, God lets the song write itself
God sits back, gentle people
Whoa, we must rely on ourselves
My grandfather has his mind clenched shut like a fist
But my fair sister has a brain open wide and one day she said this
Gentle people, even God knows some great books of lies
She opened her eyes
And she saw angels or aliens
When great cities fall from the sky
What if for eighteen years I had raised
My fair sister to lay amazed
I baptized that girl in cherry Kool-Aid
She grew up thinking God was a Dixie cup
Drinking was praying
And pirates were Satan
And children grew up drinking God from a Dixie cup