Jethro Tull - Aqualung

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Seats on a park bank -
Beholding of little girls with bad intention.
Snot running of its nose -
Dresses greasing shabby greasy fingers.
Drying in the cold sun -
Watch as the frilly panties course.
Feel like a dead duck -
End pieces of its broken luck spiting.

Sun strip cold -
On an old man being surprised solitarily.
Itself letting time
The only way that it knows.
Leg injuring badly
While it bends to select a dog end -
It descends to the sump
And its feet warms.
Feel alone - the army is on the street
Redemption a mode, and a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend - you do not make restlessly begin away
It is poorly old boiled, you see, it only me.
It freezes yet makes remember the December foggy -
If the ice that glues on to your beard screams, torment.
And you snatch is your rattles of last breaths with deep-lake-diver sounds
And the flowers bloom as well as madness in the feather.

Sun strip cold -
On an old man being surprised solitarily.
Itself letting time
The only way that it knows.
Leg injuring badly
While it bends to select a dog end -
It descends to the sump
And its feet warms.
Feel alone - the army is on the street
Redemption a mode, and a cup of tea.
Aqualung my friend - you do not make restlessly begin away
It is poorly old boiled, you see, it only me.

Seats on a park bank -
Beholding of little girls with bad intention.
Snot running of its nose -
Dresses greasing shabby greasy fingers.
Drying in the cold sun -
Watch as the frilly panties course.
Feel like a dead duck -
End pieces of its broken good fortune spiting.