Lyrics:

Idol remembered in stone aloudThen on coins his face was mirroredTake a look it soon hath slitheredTo a fractured marble slab, renunciation cladHis nourishment extract from his subjectsThat mass production profile.He's a God in in an alcove.Once he spread the rainSo they dreamt in vainOnce he spread the wheatHad made garlands for his feetUntil the lily poet of our timesHorizoned on the lineLove became the in theme thenOpposing fakers thrice by tenDon't perceive his empty pleaThat redundant effigy.He's a God in in an alcove.Take in view his empty stoolWhat's left is satin coolClawing adornment for his crimesThey saw they had to draw the lineSo they sent him far awaySo they sent him far awayTo a little alcoveTo a little alcoveAll alone.He's a God, a God.Now I am sillyNow I am sillySilly, silly, silly, silly,Silly.
Bauhaus A God In An Alcove