Wind Up
- Jethro Tull (2011)You are listening to the song Wind Up by Jethro Tull, writer by Jethro Tull in album Aqualung. The highest quality of audio that you can download is flac . Also, you can play quality at 32kbps, view lyrics and watch more videos related to this song.
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Lyrics
When I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool.
So I left there in the morning
With their God tucked underneath my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
And I asked this God a question
And by way of firm reply
He said, "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares)
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers.
I don't believe you
You have the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines.
How do you dare to tell me that I'm my Father's son?
When that was just an accident of birth
I'd rather look around me, compose a better song
'Cos that's the honest measure of my worth
In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me
As you lick the boots of death born out of fear.
When I was young and they packed me off to school
And taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool
I left there in the morning
With their God under my arm
Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
Have all the bishops harmonize these lines.
When I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the game
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares)
Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers
Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
Have all the bishops harmonize these lines.
I don't believe you
You have the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
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