Wind Up lyrics

Artist	Jethro Tull
Album(s)	Aqualung

Lyrics

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 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
So 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 had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on sundays
Well you can excomunicate me on my way to sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines --
How do you dare 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
I don't believe you:
You had the whole damn thing all wrong --
He's not the kind you have to wind up on sundays

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