Take away your daughters, dont stand in front of me

Take away your young boys, I know where Im supposed to be

Dont ask me to tell you about galactic love

Im only your cosmic father, banished from above



I was having pipe dreams about congregation scenes

When Im asked the minister beamed in on me

Dont ask me to tell you about galactic love

Im only your cosmic father, banished from above



Take away your daughters, dont stand in front of me

Take away your young boys, I dont know how Im supposed to be

Dont ask me to tell you about galactic love

Im only a cosmic father, banished from above