Jewish Songwriter

Spirit in the Sky, Jewish God, Jewish songwriter
Very odd for the hippie bong hider
No escape from the fates that ran you cross europe
And to the promised land of ash and maple syrup
Run to the cities, run from the hills
To the flatlands that call, the hovels that fill
Up from the catacombs, up from the books
Turn your heads up, few of you look
Run, run, run, run, run, make fun
Run, run, run, run, run, make fun
Going up to the spirit in the sky
We knew him when he was just a guy
One of our wandering itinerant preachers
Who’d gone to the east, and came back a teacher
Seek, seek, seek, seek, seek, take a peek
Seek, seek, seek, seek, seek, take a peek
The world is spinning since before your prophets 
The world was spinning, nobody could get off it
Not even the worms, crawling legless
Not even the birds, unattached and eggless
Shooting through the sky, black feathered arrows
Prehistoric sailors riding wind through barren narrows
But above it all at noon, the sun burned
And at midnight we 
and all the animals 
shivered in the 
desert 
dark