Jethro Tull - Two Fingers Lyrics
Ill see you at the weighing-in,When your lifes sum-totals madeAnd you set your wealth in godly deedsAgainst the sins youve laid.And you place your final burdenOn your hard-pressed next of kin:Send the chamber-pot back down the lineTo be filled up again.And the hard-headed miracle workerWho bathes his hands in blood,Will welcome you to the final nod ---And cover you with mud.And hell say, ``you really should make the deal,As he offers round the hat.``youd better lick two fingers clean ---Hell thank you all for that.As you slip on the greasy platform,And you land upon your back,You make a wish and you wipe your nose upon the railway track.While the high-strung locomotive,With furnace burning bright,Lumbers on --- you wave goodbye ---And the sparks fade into night.And as you join the good ship earth,And you mingle with the dust ---Youd better leave your underpantsWith someone you can trust.And when the old man with the telescopeCuts the final strand ---Youd better lick two fingers clean,Before you shake his hand.
