Wind Up lyrics

Song information

Artist: Jethro Tull
Album: Aqualung

Lyrics

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 their 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 have 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
I don't believe you:
You have the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on sundays

[from http://lyrics.doheth.co.uk]

"Aqualung" album track list