Aqualung
Album: Aqualung Live
Release Date: 9/20/05
Sitting on a park bench
Eying up little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Sun streaking cold
Taking time
Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end
He goes down to a bog and warms his feet
Feeling alone
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung
You poor old sod
Do you still remember
December's foggy freeze
When the ice that clings on to your beard
It was screaming agony
Hey and you snatch your rattling last breaths
With deep-sea diver sounds
And the flowers bloom like
Madness in the spring
Sun streaking cold
Taking time
Leg hurting bad as he bends to pick a dog end
He goes down to a bog and warms his feet
Feeling alone
Salvation a la mode and a cup of tea
Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod
Aqualung my friend don't you start away uneasy
You poor old sod
Sitting on a park bench
Eying up little girls with bad intent
Snots running down his nose
Greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes
Drying in the cold sun
Watching as the frilly panties run
Feeling like a dead duck
Spitting out pieces of his broken luck
Oh Aqualung
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