Jethro Tull - Wind Up Lyrics
When I was young and they packed me off to schoolAnd 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 morningWith their God tucked underneath my arm --Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.So I asked this God a questionAnd by way of firm reply,He said -- Im not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):Before Im through Id like to say my prayers --I dont 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 schoolAnd have all the bishops harmonize these lines --How do you dare tell me that Im my fathers sonWhen 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 youre a poorer man than me,As you lick the boots of death born out of fear.I dont believe you:You had the whole damn thing all wrong --Hes not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.
