Jethro Tull - Critique Oblique Lyrics
Critic of the black and whiteIts your first night.The passion play gets in the way,Spoils your insight.Tell me how the babys made,How the ladys laid,Why the old dogs howl with sadness.The blue thing in the ball leaves naught but a bloody footprint onThe memory of last summers trip to europeDid you buy a passport from the queen?And your little sisters immaculate virginity wings away on the bonyShoulder of a young horse named george who stole surreptitiouslyInto her geography revision.The examining body examined her body.