Jefferson Airplane - Easter

Easter

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.