Wind-Up (Quad Version)

Wind-Up (Quad Version) - Jethro Tull

When I was young and they packed me off to school

And taught me how not to play the game

I didnt 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 Id like to say my prayers --

I don't believe you:

You had the whole damn thing all wrong --

Hes 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 fathers son

When that was just an accident of birth

Id rather look around me -- compose a better song

＇cos thats 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 --

Hes not the kind you have to wind up on sundays

Id rather look around me -- compose a better song

＇cos thats 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 --

Hes not the kind you have to wind up on sundays