Jethro Tull — Crazed Institution

Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull; Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul; You can wear a gold Piaget on your semaphore wrist; And you can dance the old adage with a new dapper twist And you can ring a crown of roses around your cranium Live and die upon your cross of platinum Join the crazed institution of the stars Be the man that you think you really are Join the crazed institution of the stars Be the man that you know you really are Crawl inside your major triads, curl up and laugh As your agent scores another front page photograph Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo Awaiting someone else to pull the chain? Well grab the old bog-handle Hold your breath and light a candle Clear your throat and pray for rain To irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain Filled with empty nothingness, and empty hunger pains And you can ring a crown of roses around your cranium Live and die upon your cross of platinum Join the crazed institution of the stars Be the man that you think you really are Join the crazed institution of the stars Be the man that you know you really are Just a little touch of make-up; just a little touch of bull; Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul; You can wear a gold Piaget on your semaphore wrist; And you can dance the old adage with a new dapper twist And you can ring a crown of roses around your cranium Live and die upon your cross of platinum Join the crazed institution of the stars Be the man that you think you really are Join the crazed institution of the stars Be the man that you know you really are Join the crazed institution of the stars Be the man that you think you really are Join the crazed institution of the stars Be the man that you know you really are Join the crazed institution of the stars Be the man that you know you really are


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