Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Wind Up, artist - Jethro Tull. Date of issue: 24.06.1996
Song language: English
Wind Up |
| 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. |