Jethro Tull Tales of Your Life song lyrics

Let me tell you the tales of your life

Of your love and the cut of the knife

The tireless oppression, the wisdom instilled

The desire to kill or be killed

Well, let me sing of the losers who lie

In the street as the last bus goes by

The pavements are empty: the gutters run red

While the fool toasts his god in the sky

So come all ye young men who are building castles!

Kindly state the time of the year

And join your voices in a hellish chorus

Mark the precise nature of your fear

Let me help you pick up your dead

As the sins of the father are fed

With the blood of the fools and the thoughts of the wise and

From the pan under your bed

Well, let me make you a present of song

As the wise man breaks wind and is gone

While the fool with the hour-glass is cooking his goose

And the nursery rhyme winds along

So! Come all ye young men who are building castles!

Kindly state the time of the year

And join your voices in a hellish chorus

Mark the precise nature of your fear

See! The summer lightning casts its bolts upon you

And the hour of judgement draweth near

Would you be the fool stood in his suit of armour

Or the wiser man who rushes clear