A Young Man’s Words Come Back To Bite
how do you dare tell me that I’m my Father’s son
when that was just an accident of Birth.
I’d rather look around me — compose a better song
`cos that’s the honest measure of my worth.
In your pomp and all your glory you’re a poorer man than me,
as you lick the boots of death born out of fear. ~~~ “Wind Up” (Jethro Tull – 1971)
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