Take away your daughtersdon’t stand in front of me
Take away your young boysI know where I’m supposed to be
Don’t ask me to tell you about galactic love
I’m only your cosmic fatherbanished from above
I was having pipe dreams about congregation scenes
When I’m asked the minister beamed in on me
Don’t ask me to tell you about galactic love
I’m only your cosmic fatherbanished from above
Take away your daughtersdon’t stand in front of me
Take away your young boysI don’t know how I’m supposed to be
Don’t ask me to tell you about galactic love
I’m only a cosmic fatherbanished from above