Letra de Critique Oblique - Jethro Tull
Letra de canci�n de Critique Oblique de Jethro Tull lyrics
Critic of the black and white it's your first night.
The Passion Play gets in the way - spoils your insight.
Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid,
Why the old dogs howl with sadness.
Spoken:
The blue thing in the ball leaves naught but a bloody footprint on the memory of last summer's trip to Europe.
Did you buy a passport from the queen?
Spoken:
And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulder of a young horse named George
who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
The examining body examined her body.
The Passion Play gets in the way - spoils your insight.
Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid,
Why the old dogs howl with sadness.
Spoken:
The blue thing in the ball leaves naught but a bloody footprint on the memory of last summer's trip to Europe.
Did you buy a passport from the queen?
Spoken:
And your little sister's immaculate virginity wings away on the bony shoulder of a young horse named George
who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision.
The examining body examined her body.
