The End lyrics

Song information

Artist: Jethro Tull
Album: A Passion Play

Lyrics

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door / eat in the corner / talk to the
Floor -- cheating the spiders who come to say ''please''
(Politely)
They bend at the knees
Well, I'll go to the foot of our stairs
Old gentlemen talk / of when they were young / of ladies
Lost and erring sons
Lace-covered dandies revel (with friends) pure as the truth --
Tied at both ends
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs
Scented cathedral -- spire pointed down
We pray for souls in kentish town
A delicate hush -- the gods / floating by / wishing us well --
Pie in the sky
God of ages / lord of time -- mine is the right to be wrong
Well I'll go to the foot of our stairs
Jack rabbit mister spawn a new breed of love-hungry pilgrims
(No bodies to feed)
Show me a good man
I'll show you the door
The last hymn is sung and the devil cries ''more.''
Well, I'm all for leaving and that being done, I've put in a request
To take up my turn in that forsaken paradise that calls itself ''hell'' --
Where no-one has nothing and nothing is
Well meaning fool, pick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling
Give me your hate and do as the loving heathen do
Colors I've none -- dark or light, red, white or blue
Cold is my touch (freezing)
Summoned by name -- I am the overseer over you
Given this command to watch o'er our miserable sphere
Fallen from grace / called on to bring sun or rain
Occasional corn from my oversight grew
Fell with mine angels from a far better place, offering services for
The saving of face
Now you're here, you may as well admire all whom living has retired
From the benign reconciliation
Legends were born surrounding mysterious lights seen in the sky
(Flashing)
I just / lit a fag then / took my leave in the blink of an eye
Passionate play -- join round the maypole in dance (primitive
Rite) (wrongly)
Summoned by name / I am the overseer / over you
Flee the icy lucifer
Oh he's an awful fellow!
What a mistake!
I didn't take a feather from his pillow
Here's the everlasting rub: neither am I good or bad
I'd give up my halo for a horn and the horn for the hat
I once had
I'm only breathing
There's life on my ceiling
The flies there are sleeping quietly
Twist my right arm in the dark
I would give two or three for one of those days that never made
Impressions on the old score
I would gladly be a dog barking up the wrong tree
Everyone's saved -- we're in the grave
See you there for afternoon tea
Time for awaking -- the tea lady's / making a brew-up and / baking
New bread
Pick me up at half past none -- there's / not a moment to lose. there
Is / the train on which I came
On the platform are my old shoes
Station master rings his bell
Whistles blow and flags wave
A little of what you fancy does you good (or so it should)
I thank everybody for making me welcome
I'd stay but my wings have just dropped off
Hail!
Son of kings / make the ever-dying sign / cross your fingers in the
Sky for those about to be
There am I waiting along the sand
Cast your sweet spell upon the land and sea
Magus perde, take your hand from off the chain
Loose a wish to still / the rain / the storm about to be
Here am I (voyager into life)
Tough are the soles that tread the knife's edge
Break the circle / stretch the line / call upon the devil
Bring / the gods / the gods' own fire
In the conflict revel
The passengers / upon the ferry crossing / waiting to be born / renew the
Pledge of life's long song / rise to the reveille horn
Animals / queueing at the gate that stands upon the shore / breathe the
Ever-burning fire that guards the ever-door
Man / son of man / buy the flame of ever-life (yours to breathe and
Breath the pain of living): living be!
Here am i!
Roll the stone away from the dark into ever-day
There was a rush / along the fulham road / into the ever-passion play