Letra da Música: Easter? - Jefferson Airplane

Golden velvet robes on Pope Paul, he's talking--he's stalking
devils of
flesh. Rides through the streets instead of walking. I think his
holy story
is a mess. All I did last Easter all I did was paint some eggs.
It was a
resurrection holy day-- no more nails in the holy legs. Only one
true holy
book in your hand. Singing in latin nobody understands. Licking
wafers
paper thin.

Ah, stupid christian isn't it grand? Is that your reason for
this day? Do
you have a little something holy you'd like to say? Something
about a magic,
sacred, holy day. You look holy and humble on your knees, but it
looks
funny when you run that way. Pope Paul taking all your money for
turning
your feet into clay (pigeon).

One man of peace dies, and a hundred wars begin. You keep
murdering
people in his christian name--I thought he said--I thought he
said that was
a sin. Soldier where have you been? What is your reason for this
day? Do you
have a little something holy you'd like to say to me? Something
about a
magic, sacred, holiday. All I'm going to do this easter--I'm
just going to
look for eggs. It's a resurrection holy day--no more nails in
the holy legs. No
more brains in the christian.