Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely
Taking time the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
Goes down to a bog to warm his feet
Feeling alone the army's up the rode
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Do you still remember December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings on to, your beard is screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea diver sounds
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.64]Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent
[00:22.23]Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
[00:35.94]Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run
[02:37.92]Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely
[02:42.90]Taking time the only way he knows
[02:48.69]Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
[02:53.61]Goes down to a bog to warm his feet
[03:02.31]Feeling alone the army's up the rode
[03:05.46]Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
[03:12.54]Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
[03:17.43]You poor old sod, you see it's only me
[03:19.95]Do you still remember December's foggy freeze?
[05:19.53]When the ice that clings on to, your beard is screaming agony
[05:32.49]And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea diver sounds
Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent
Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run
Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely
Taking time the only way he knows
Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
Goes down to a bog to warm his feet
Feeling alone the army's up the rode
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
You poor old sod, you see it's only me
Do you still remember December's foggy freeze?
When the ice that clings on to, your beard is screaming agony
And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea diver sounds
🎵 LRC歌词版本
[00:08.64]Sitting on a park bench eyeing little girls with bad intent
[00:22.23]Snot running down his nose greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
[00:35.94]Drying in the cold sun watching as the frilly panties run
[02:37.92]Sun streaking cold an old man wandering lonely
[02:42.90]Taking time the only way he knows
[02:48.69]Leg hurting bad, as he bends to pick a dog end
[02:53.61]Goes down to a bog to warm his feet
[03:02.31]Feeling alone the army's up the rode
[03:05.46]Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
[03:12.54]Aqualung my friend don't start away uneasy
[03:17.43]You poor old sod, you see it's only me
[03:19.95]Do you still remember December's foggy freeze?
[05:19.53]When the ice that clings on to, your beard is screaming agony
[05:32.49]And you snatch your rattling last breaths with deep-sea diver sounds
Thick As A
BrickReally don't mind if you sit this one out.
SHOUT.I may make you feel but
I can't make you think.
So you ride yourselves over the fie...
Meanwhile back in the year one
When you belonged to no one
You didn't stand a chance son
If your pants were undone'
Cause you were bred for humanity a...
It's a wide world out there
So much wider than imagined
I can't quite put my finger on the pulse
Of your heart softly beating
Just beneath the raw sil...
Did you go to montreal
or hide behind the package store
you're hanging out with your old friends
with them they knew you'd see the end
you're in so mu...
And ride with us young bonny lass ---
With the angels of the night.
Crack wind clatter --- flesh rein bite on an out-size
Unicorn.
Rough-shod winging ...
Really don't mind if you sit this one out.
I may make you feel but i can't make you think.
So you ride yourselves over the fields and
You make all you...
They said protect and you'll survive ---
(but our postman didn't call)
8lbs. of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall
They said protect an...
heavy horses
By jethro tull
Iron-clad feather-feet pounding the dust
On october's day, towards evening
Sweat embossed veins standing proud to the plou...