Letra da Música Wind Up Jethro Tull

When I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the gameI didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a foolSo I left there in the morning with their God Tucked underneath my arm
Their halfassed smiles and the book of rulesAnd 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 SundaysSo to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares)
Before I'm through, I'd like to say my prayersI don't believe you
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on SundaysWell you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
And have all the Bishops harmonise these linesHow do you dare to tell me that I'm my Father's son
When that was just an accident of BirthI'd rather look around me, compose a better song
'Cos that's the honest measure of my worthIn your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me
As you lick the boots of death born out of fearWhen I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the gameI didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a foolSo I left there in the morning with their God Tucked underneath my arm
Their halfassed smiles and the book of rulesWell you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
And have all the Bishops harmonise these linesWhen I was young and they packed me off to school
And they taught me how not to play the gameI didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a foolSo to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares)
Before I'm through, I'd like to say my prayersWell you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school
And have all the Bishops harmonise these linesI don't believe you
You had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays

Composição: Ian Anderson.