Jethro Tull Follow
Critique Oblique 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.
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?
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.
Part of these releases
-
-
- Track 9 on Nightcap Unreleased 1973-1991
- 8 Solitaire
- 10 Post Last
-
- Track 3 on Minstrel in the Gallery Disc 2
- 2 Wind-Up
- 4 Wond'ring Aloud
-
- Track 3 on Minstrel in the Gallery Disc 4
- 2 Wind-Up
- 4 Wond'ring Aloud
Critique Oblique Video
Comments on Critique Oblique
Submit your thoughts
These comments are owned by whoever posted them. This lyrics site is not responsible for them in any way.
© to the lyrics most likely owned by either the publisher () or
the artist(s) (Jethro Tull) which produced the music or artwork. Details
