Jethro Tull Warchild Two Fingers I'll see you at the Weighing-In, when your life's sum-total's made and you set your wealth in Godly deeds against the sins you've laid. And you place your final burden on your hard-pressed next of kin: Send the chamber-pot back down the line to be filled up again. And the hard-headed miracle worker who bathes his hands in blood, Will welcome you to the final nod --- and cover you with mud. And he'll say, ``You really should make the deal,'' as he offers round the hat. ``You'd better lick two fingers clean --- He'll thank you all for that.'' As you slip on the greasy platform, and you land upon your back, You make a wish and you wipe your nose upon the railway track. While the high-strung locomotive, with furnace burning bright, Lumbers on --- you wave goodbye --- and the sparks fade into night. And as you join the Good Ship Earth, and you mingle with the dust --- you'd better leave your underpants with someone you can trust. And when the Old Man with the telescope cuts the final strand --- you'd better lick two fingers clean, before you shake his hand. |
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