Wind-Up - Early Version - New Mix - Jethro Tull

When I was young and they packed me off to school

And they taught me how not to play the game

Oh, 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 under my arm

Their half assed smiles and the book of rules

Then 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"

And to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares

Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers

Oh, I don't believe you, you had the whole damn thing all wrong

And he's not the kind you have to wind-up on Sunday

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?

Oh, I'd rather look around me, compose a better song

'Cos that's the honest measure of my worth

And 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 they taught me how not to play the game

Oh, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success

Or if they said that I was just a fool

And so I left there in the morning

With their God under my arm

The half assed smiles and the book of rules

And you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school

And 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

Oh, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success

Or if they said that I was just a fool

And so to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares

Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers

And 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

And he's not the kind you have to wind-up on a Sunday