Wind-Up (Early Version) [Steven Wilson Stereo Remix] (Early Version; Steven Wilson Stereo Remix)

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 ohh

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

Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school

And have all the bishops harmonize these lines

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

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 told my old had master and join anyone ok

But pomp and glory underneath my arm

Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school

And have all the bishops harmonize these lines

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