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Jethro Tull - Wind Up
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When I was young and they packed me off to school 
and they 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 just 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. 
And 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 promenade these lines -- 

How'd 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.

When I was young and they packed me off to school 
and they 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 just a fool. 
So I left there in the morning 
with their God tucked under my arm -- 
their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.

Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school 
and have all the bishops promenade these lines --

When I was young and they packed me off to school 
and they 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 just a fool. 

So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): 
before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers -- 

Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school 
and have all the bishops promenade these lines --

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.