THE MEANING OF A COVENANT

For God is a jealous God and he jams with Dadju
And he wonders..whose tree has your grove been under, old sport? Whose tree has your grove been under? And whose praise did you sing I wonder? And this time did you call down thunder, beelzebuub? Whose tree has your grove been under? Don't act so pious, don't act so true. I know I'm not the only God you run to. I know about Lolita, your little Gnostic flame. I seen you round with Simon, the zealot down the lane.