Jethro Tull

Jethro Tull - Thick As A Brick (Part 2) lyrics

LATER.

See there! A man born and we pronounce him fit for peace.

There's a load lifted from his shoulders with the discovery of his disease.

We'll take the child from him

Put it to the test

Teach it to be a wise man

How to fool the rest.

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We will be geared to the average rather than the exceptional

God is an overwhelming responsibility

We walked through the maternity ward and saw 218 babies wearing nylons

Cats are on the upgrade

Upgrade? Hipgrave. Oh, Mac.

LATER

In the clear white circles of morning wonder,

I take my place with the lord of the hills.

And the blue-eyed soldiers stand slightly discoloured

(in neat little rows) sporting canvas frills.

With their jock-straps pinching, they slouch to attention,

While queueing for sarnies at the office canteen.

Saying: "How's your granny?" and good old Ernie:

He coughed up a tenner on a premium bond win.

The legends (worded in

The ancient tribal hymn)

Lie cradled in the seagull's call.

And all the promises they made are ground beneath the sadist's fall.

The poet and the wise man stand behind the gun,

And signal for the crack of dawn.

Light the sun. Light the sun.

Do you believe in the day?

Do you? Believe in the day!

The Dawn Creation of the Kings has begun.

Soft Venus (lonely maiden) brings the ageless one.

Do you believe in the day?

The fading hero has returned to the night

And fully pregnant with the day,

Wise men endorse the poet's sight.

Do you believe in the day?

Do you? Believe in the day!

Let me tell you the tales of your life

Of your love and the cut of the knife

The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled

The desire to kill or be killed.

Let me sing of the losers who lie

In the street as the last bus goes by.

The pavements ar empty: the gutters run red

While the fool toasts his god in the sky.

So come all ye young men who are building castles!

Kindly state the time of the year

And join your voices in a hellish chorus.

Mark the precise nature of your fear.

Let me help you pick up your dead

As the sins of the father are fed

With the blood of the fools

And the thoughts of the wise and

From the pan under your bed.

Let me make you a present of song

As the wise man breaks wind and is gone

While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose

And the nursery rhyme winds along.

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!

Kindly state the time of the year

And join your voices in a hellish chorus.

Mark the precise nature of your fear.

See! The summer lightning casts it's bolts upon you

And the hour of judgement draweth near.

Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour

Or the wiser man who rushes clear.

So! Come on ye childhood heroes!

Won't your rise up from the pages of your comic-books

Your super-crooks

And show us all the way.

Well! Make your will and testament.

Won't you? Join your local government.

We'll have Superman for president

Let Robin save the day.

So! Where the hell was Biggles when you needed him last Saturday?

And where were all the sportsmen who always pulled you through?

They're all resting down in Cornwall writing up their memoirs

For a paper-back edition of the Boy Scout Manual

OF COURSE

So you ride yourselves over the fields

And you make all your animal deals

And your wise men don't know how it feels

To be thick as a brick.

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