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Lyrics for 'Aqualung' by 'Jethro Tull'
Sitting On A Park Bench --
Eyeing Little Girls With Bad Intent.
Snot Running Down His Nose --
Greasy Fingers Smearing Shabby Clothes.
Drying In The Cold Sun --
Watching As The Frilly Panties Run.
Feeling Like A Dead Duck --
Spitting Out Pieces Of His Broken Luck.
Sun Streaking Cold --
An Old Man Wandering Lonely.
Taking Time
The Only Way He Knows.
Leg Hurting Bad,
As He Bends To Pick A Dog-end --
He Goes Down To The Bog
And Warms His Feet.
Feeling Alone --
The Army's Up The Rode
Salvation à La Mode And
A Cup Of Tea.
Aqualung My Friend --
Don't Start Away Uneasy
You Poor Old Sod, You See, It's Only Me.
Do You Still Remember
December's Foggy Freeze --
When The Ice That
Clings On To Your Beard Is
Screaming Agony.
And You Snatch Your Rattling Last Breaths
With Deep-sea-diver Sounds,
And The Flowers Bloom Like
Madness In The Spring.
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