Priestess of the Promised Land

Lyrics
Ceilings of silver, windows and glass Alter is golden, baskets they pass She's got a headache So make it all paper today People are hungry, helpless and sad Aimee will make them not feel so bad Then she'll run off with a lover to old Mexico As a girl she heard voices in her head All those lost souls to be led By her Aimee Simple McPherson Priestess of the Promised Land She came to California Built a temple Mighty and grand Radio angel, she'll take you there Past every problem, past every care Choirs will lift them as coins will be Dropped in the box One night she vanished, down by the sea People were praying this cannot be Rumors were shared in the temple Until her return As a girl she heard voices in her head All those lost souls to be led By her Aimee Simple McPherson Priestess of the Promised Land She came to California Built a temple Mighty and grand
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Credits
- Writers
- Pietra Wextun
- Stan Ridgway