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Album by: Aqualung

Artist by: Jethro Tull

When I was young and they packed me off to school

And taught me how not to play the game,

I didnt 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 -- Im not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.

So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):

Before Im through Id like to say my prayers --

I dont believe you:

You had the whole damn thing all wrong --

Hes 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 Im my fathers son

When that was just an accident of birth.

Id rather look around me -- compose a better song

＇cos thats the honest measure of my worth.

In your pomp and all your glory youre a poorer man than me,

As you lick the boots of death born out of fear.

I dont believe you:

You had the whole damn thing all wrong --

Hes not the kind you have to wind up on sundays.