Wind Up (Palais Des Sports, Paris, 5th July 1975) - Jethro Tull
How do you dare tell me that I'm my fathers son
When that was just an accident of birth
I'd rather look around me compose a better song
'Cos that's the honest measure of my worth
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 taught me how not to play the game
I didn't 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 ssed smiles and the book of rules
Well you can excomunicate me
On my way to sunday school
And have all the bishops harmonize these lines