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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Stan Ridgway Lyrics – Priestess of the Promised Land