down to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone the army's up the road salvation a la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't you start away
jack-knife barber drops her off at school. Laughing in the playground gets no kicks from little boys: would rather make it with a letching grey. Or maybe her attention is drawn by Aqualung
Oh father high in heavensmile down upon your son whose busy with his money games his women and his gun. Oh Jesus save me! And the unsung Western hero
In the shuffling madness of the locomotive breath, runs the all-time loser, headlong to his death. He feels the piston scraping steam breaking on his
As I did walk by Hampstead Fair I came upon Mother Goose so I turned her loose she was screaming. And a foreign student said to me was it really true
People what have you done: locked Him in His golden cage. Made Him bend to your religion Him resurrected from the grave from the grave. He is the god
On Preston platform do your soft shoe shuffle dance. Brush away the cigarette ash that's falling down your pants. And you sadly wonder does the nurse
Well the lush separation unfolds you and the products of wealth push you along on the bow wave of the spiritless undying selves. And you press on God
Take you to the cinema and leave you in a Wimpy Bar you tell me that we've gone to far come running up to me. Make the scene at Cousin Jack's leave
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
Wond'ring aloud how we feel today. Last night sipped the sunset my hands in her hair. We are our own saviours as we start both our hearts beating life
the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone -- the army's up the rode salvation a la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend -- don't start away
to the bog and warms his feet. Feeling alone the army's up the rode salvation a la mode and a cup of tea. Aqualung my friend don't start away
