JETHRO TULL - Wind Up lyrics
rate meWhen I was young and they packed me off to school<br>And taught me how not to play the game,<br>I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,<br>Or if they said that I was a fool.<br>So I left there in the morning<br>With their God tucked underneath my arm --<br>Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.<br>So I asked this God a question<br>And by way of firm reply,<br>He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.<br>So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):<br>Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers --<br>I don't believe you:<br>You had the whole damn thing all wrong --<br>He's not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.<br>Well you can excomunicate me on my way to sunday school<br>And have all the bishops harmonize these lines --<br>How do you dare tell me that I'm my father's son<br>When that was just an accident of birth.<br>I'd rather look around me -- compose a better song<br>`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.<br>In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,<br>As you lick the boots of death born out of fear.<br>I don't believe you:<br>You had the whole damn thing all wrong --<br>He's not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.
