SINGER: Jethro Tull

SONG:Critique Oblique

Critic of the black and white it's your first night.
the passion play gets in the way - spoils your insight.
tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid,
why the old dogs howl with sadness.
(spoken:)
the blue thing in the ball leaves naught but a bloody footprint on the memory of last summer's trip to europe.
did you buy a passport from the queen?
(spoken:)
and your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulder of a young horse named george who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
the examining body examined her body.