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The Chequered Flag - Jethro Tull

The disc brakes drag

The chequered flag sweeps

Across the oil-slick track

The young man's home;

Dry as a bone

His helmet off he waves:

The crowd waves back

One lap victory roll

Gladiator soul

The taker of the day in winning has to say

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand

Dead or alive

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand

Dead or alive

The sunlight streaks

Through the curtain cracks

Touches the old man where he sleeps

The nurse brings up a cup of tea

Two biscuits and

The morning paper mystery

The hard road's end

The white god's-send

Is nearer everyday

In dying the old man says

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand

Dead or alive

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand

Dead or alive

The still-born child can't feel the rain

As the chequered flag falls once again

The deaf composer

Completes his final score

He'll never hear the sweet encore

The chequered flag the bull's red rag

The lemming-hearted hordes

Running ever faster to the shore singing

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand

Dead or alive

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand

Dead or alive

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand

Dead or alive

Isn't it grand to be playing to the stand

Dead or alive