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Wind-Up

歌曲	Wind-Up
歌手	Jethro Tull
专辑	Aqualung Live

歌词

	When I was young and they packed me off to school
	And they taught me how not to play the game
	Oh, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
	Or if they said that
	I was just a fool
	So I left there in the morning
	With their
	God under my arm
	Their half assed smiles and the book of rules
	Then 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"
	And to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares
	Before I'm through
	I'd like to say my prayers
	Oh, I don't believe you, you had the whole damn thing all wrong
	And he's not the kind you have to wind-up on
	SundayWell, you can excommunicate 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?
	Oh, I'd rather look around me, compose a better song'
	Cos that's the honest measure of my worth
	And 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 they taught me how not to play the game
	Oh, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
	Or if they said that
	I was just a fool
	And so I left there in the morning
	With their
	God under my arm
	The half assed smiles and the book of rules
	And you can excommunicate me on my way to
	Sunday school
	And have all the
	Bishops harmonize these lines
	When I was young and they packed me off to school
	And they taught me how not to play the game
	Oh, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
	Or if they said that
	I was just a fool
	And so to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares
	Before I'm through
	I'd like to say my prayers
	And you can excommunicate 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
	And he's not the kind you have to wind-up on a
	Sunday