My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout. |
Jethro Tull, |
Thick As A Brick Part One |
Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view. |
Jethro Tull, |
A Passion Play |
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong. |
Jethro Tull, |
The End |
The doer and the thinker, no allowances for the other, as the failing light illuminates the mercenaries creed. |
Jethro Tull, |
Thick As A Brick |
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control. |
Jethro Tull, |
Wondering Again |
The poet lifts his pen as the soldier sheaths his sword. |
Jethro Tull, |
Thick As A Brick |
Too many heroes stepping on too many toes, too many yes-men nodding when they really mean no. |
Jethro Tull, |
Too Many Too |
Be sure to leave your underpants with someone you can trust. |
Jethro Tull, |
Two Fingers |
Sent doggy poo poos in your morning mail. |
Jethro Tull, |
Down At The End Of Your Road |
He is the God of nothing, if that is all you can see. He is the God of everything, he's inside you and me. |
Jethro Tull, |
My God |
The Christmas spirit is not what you drink. |
Jethro Tull, |
Christmas Song |
Too many temples where we could worship the beast. |
Jethro Tull, |
Too Many Too |
You set your wealth in Godly deeds against the seeds you've laid. |
Jethro Tull, |
Two Fingers |
To tell the truth, I'd scare me too. |
Jethro Tull, |
I'm Your Gun |
Everyone is from somewhere, even if you've never been there. |
Jethro Tull, |
Another Christmas Song |
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone. |
Jethro Tull, |
Teacher |
Roll us down the mountain and I'm sure the fatman would win. |
Jethro Tull, |
Fatman |
And a bearded lady said to me... |
Jethro Tull, |
Mother Goose |
How can you laugh when your mother's hungry? How can you smile when the reasons for smiling are wrong? |
Jethro Tull, |
Christmas Song |
Who would be a poor man, a beggar man, a thief, if he held a rich man in his hand? |
Jethro Tull, |
Cross Eyed Mary |
Join the crazed institution of the stars. |
Jethro Tull, |
Crazed Institution |
Sand castle virtues are all swept away, in the tidal destruction, the moral melee. |
Jethro Tull, |
Thick As A Brick Part One |