Really don't mind if you sit this one out

My words but a whisper, your deafness a shout

I may make you feel but I can't make you think

Your sperm's in the gutter, your love's in the sink



So you ride yourselves over the fields

And you make all your animal deals

And your wise men don't know how it feels

To be thick as a brick



And the sand castle virtues are all swept away

In the tidal destruction, the moral melee

The elastic retreat rings the close of play

As the last wave uncovers the newfangled way



But your new shoes are worn at the heels

And your suntan does rapidly peel

And your wise men don't know how it feels

To be thick as a brick



And the love that I feel is so far away

I'm a bad dream that I just had today

And you shake your head

And say that it's a shame



Spin me back down the years and the days of my youth

Draw the lace and black curtains and shut out the whole truth

Spin me down the long ages, let them sing the song

Writer : IAN ANDERSON
Copyright : Lyrics © CHRYSALIS MUSIC GROUP INC