Go and look for the dejected once proud 
Idol remembered in stone aloud 
Then on coins his face was mirrored 
Take a look it soon hath slithered 
To a fractured marble slab, renunciation clad 
His nourishment extract from his subjects 
That mass production profile 

He's a God- in- in an alcove 

Once he spread the rain 
So they dreamt in vain 
Once he spread the wheat 
Had made garlands for his feet 
Until the lily poet of our times 
Horizoned on the line 
Love became the in theme then 
Opposing fakers thrice by ten 
Don't perceive his empty plea 
That redundant effigy 

He's a God- in- in an alcove 

Take in view his empty stool 
What's left is satin cool 
Clawing adornment for his crimes 
They saw they had to draw the line 
So they sent him far away 
So they sent him far away 
To a little alcove 
To a little alcove 
All alone 

He's a God, a God 

Now I am silly 
Now I am silly 
Silly, silly, silly, silly 
Silly