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°Wind Up°
from the "Aqualung" album

 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 I left there in the morning
With their God tucked underneath my arm
Their halfassed 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 had 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 had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
Ian Anderson, grandnephew

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