Easter? Songtext
von Jefferson Airplane

Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he′s talking
I think he's stalking devils of flesh
He rides chauffeured through the streets instead of walking
I think his holy story
I think his story is a mess

All I did last Easter
All I did is paint some eggs
It was a resurrection holy day
No more nails
No more nails in the holy lair

Only one true holy book in your hands
Singing that nobody understands
Licking wafers, paper thin
Ah, stupid Christian
Isn′t it grand?

Is this your reason for this day?
Do you have a little something holy
That you'd like to say to me?
Something about a magic, sacred holiday?


You look holy and humble on your knees
But it looks funny when you try and run that way
Paul's taken all of your money
You′re turning your feet
Turning your feet into clay
Clay pigeon

One man of peace dies and a hundred wars begin
You keep murdering people in this Christian name
I thought he, I thought he
Coulda sworn he
Thought he said
Coulda sworn he said he wasn′t a sin
Soldier, where have you been?

Holiday
All I'm gonna do this Easter
I′m just gonna look for eggs
It's a resurrection holy day
No more nails
No more nails in the holy lair
No more brains
No more brains in the Christian