Hope For Agoldensummer - Religion lyrics

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