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Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
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I left there in the morning with their God under my arm Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
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I didn't mind if they groomed me for success Or if they said that I was just a fool
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When I was young, and they packed me off to school And taught me how not to play the game
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As you lick the boots of death born out of fear, whoa
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In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me
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'Cause that's the honest measure of my worth
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I'd rather look around me, compose a better song
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When that was just an accident of birth?
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How do you dare to tell me that I'm my father's son
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Well, you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
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He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
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I don't believe you You had the whole damn thing all wrong
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So to my old headmaster and to anyone who cares Before I'm through, I'd like to say my prayers
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He said, "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays"
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And by way of firm reply
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And I asked this God a question
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So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
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I didn't mind if they groomed me for success Or if they said that I was just a fool
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When I was young, and they packed me off to school And they taught me how not to play the game
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I already laid down the lyrics for Locomotive Breath earlier on... now the last song on side2 of Aqualung. Wind-Up D3
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And you paddle right out of the mess Source: LyricFind Songwriters: Ian Anderson Slipstream lyrics © BMG Rights Management D3
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Paddle right out of the mess
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Tideless, unreasoning
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And you spin in the slipstream
