Wind-up Lyrics - Aqualung - Jethro Tull

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 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 

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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 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 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 

I left there in the morning 

With their God under my arm 

Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules 

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Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school 

Have all the bishops harmonize 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 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