Wind Up

Tabbed by Rick Steele When I was young and they packed me off to school and they taught me how not to play the game, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was just a fool. So I left there in the morning with their God tucked underneath my arm -- their half-assed smiles, and the book of rules. So I asked this God a question and by way of firm reply, He said -- I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers -- I don't believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong -- He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays. Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines -- 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 When I was young they packed me off to school and taught me how not to play the game, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was just a fool. Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines -- 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 When I was young and they packed me off to school and they taught me how not to play the game, I didn't mind if they groomed me for success, or if they said that I was just a fool. So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares): before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers -- Well you can excomunicate me on my way to Sunday school and have all the bishops harmonize these lines -- I don't believe you: you had the whole damn thing all wrong -- He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.