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