Jethro Tull

Jethro Tull - Wind up lyrics

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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

'Cause 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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Author: Ian Anderson

Composer: Ian Anderson

Publisher: EMI Music Australia Pty. Limited

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Released in: 2005

Language: English

Appearing on: A Jethro Tull Collection (1997)

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