The Trailing Skirts of God

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.
The trailing skirts of God
Have passed 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 passed 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 mass 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 passed on by
I’ve drifted far from you
In this bloodless coup
I’ve drifted far from you
In this bloodless coup
I say good-day and adieu
I’ve drifted far from you
In this bloodless coup
I’ve drifted far from you
In this bloodless coup
I say good-day and adieu