Aqualung Lyrics - Presidents Of The United States Of America

Sitting on a park bench -- 

eyeing ittle girls with bad intent. 

Snot running down his nose -- 

greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. 

Drying in the cold sun -- 

Watching as the frilly panties run. 

Feeling like a dead duck -- 

spitting out pieces of his broken luck. 

Sun streaking cold -- 

an old man wandering lonely. 

Taking time 

the only way he knows. 

Leg hurting bad, 

as he bends to pick a dog-end -- 

he goes down to the bog 

and warms his feet. 

Feeling alone -- 

the army's up the rode 

salvation la mode and 

a cup of tea. 

Aqualung my friend -- 

don't start away uneasy 

you poor old sod, you see, it's only me. 

Do you still remember 

December's foggy freeze -- 

when the ice that 

clings on to your beard is 

screaming agony. 

And you snatch your rattling last breaths 

with deep-sea-diver sounds, 

and the flowers bloom like 

madness in the spring.