Jethro Tull — The Foot of Our Stairs

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door Eat in the corner, talk to the floor Cheating the spiders who come to say "Please", (politely) They bend at the knees Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs Old gentlemen talk of when they were young Of ladies lost, of erring sons Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) Pure as the truth, tied at both ends Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs Scented cathedral spire pointed down We pray for souls in Kentish Town A delicate hush The gods, floating by Wishing us well Pie in the sky God of Ages, Lord of Time Mine is the right, right to be wrong Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed) Show me a good man and I'll show you the door The last hymn is sung and the devil cries "More." Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done I've put in a request to take up my turn In that forsaken paradise that calls itself "Hell" Where no-one has nothing and nothing is- well -meaning fool Pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do