Wind Up Lyrics

Jethro Tull


publisher: ©BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
writers: Ian Anderson
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length: 6:06
conductor: Dee Palmer
engineer: John Burns
percussion: Clive Bunker
drums: Clive Bunker
electric guitar: Martin Barre
descant recorder / soprano recorder: Martin Barre
Mellotron: John Evan
organ: John Evan
piano: John Evan
bass guitar: Jeffrey Hammond Hammond
treble recorder / alto recorder: Jeffrey Hammond Hammond
flute: Ian Anderson
acoustic guitar: Ian Anderson
orchestrator: Dee Palmer
producer: Terry Ellis, Ian Anderson
vocal: Ian Anderson
composer: Ian Anderson
lyricist: Ian Anderson

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 the 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 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

'Cause 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.

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