Jethro Tull — Flight from Lucifer

Flee the icy Lucifer Oh he's an awful fellow! What a mistake! I didn't take a feather from his pillow Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I good nor bad I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat I once had I'm only breathing There's life on my ceiling The flies there are sleeping quietly Twist my right arm in the dark. I would give two or three for One of those days that never made impressions on the old score I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree Everyone's saved we're in the grave See you there for afternoon tea Time for awaking the tea lady's making A brew-up and baking new bread Pick me up at half past none There's not a moment to lose There is the train on which I came On the platform are my old shoes Station master rings his bell Whistles blow and flags wave A little of what you fancy does you good (Or so it should) I thank everybody for making me welcome I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off