Video Wind Up Quad Version de Jethro Tull 2025 Rock Lyrics

Jethro Tull - Wind Up Quad Version Lyrics

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Wind Up (Quad Version) by Jethro Tull When I was young 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 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 got the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
Well, you can excommunicate 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

When I was young they packed me off to school
And taught me how not to play the game, yeah
I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
Or if they said that I was just a fool

You can excommunicate me
On my way to Sunday school
And have all the Bishops harmonize these lines

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 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

You can excommunicate me
On my way to Sunday school
And have all the Bishops harmonize these lines

I don't believe you, you had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays