The Obscure

Hey everyone. I just popped in Aqualung and remembered that sometimes it gives meaning to my life. Hence, Wind Up.

Wind Up

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-assed smiles and the book of rules.
So 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.
So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):
before I'm through
I'd like to say my prayers
 
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.
 
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.
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.
 
I don't believe you:
you had the whole damn thing all wrong
He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

Y'all take care now.