Wind-Up (Live 2004)

When I was young and they packed me off to school

and taught me how not to play the game,

I didn't mind if they groomed me for success,

or if they said that I was a fool.

So I left there in the morning

with their God tucked underneath my arm

their half-assed smiles and the book of rules.

So I asked this God a question

and by way of firm reply,

He said - I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

So to my old headmaster (and to anyone who cares):

before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers

I don't believe you:

you had the whole damn thing all wrong

He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.

Well you can excommunicate me on my way to Sunday school

and have all the bishops harmonize these lines

how do you dare tell me that I'm my Father's son

when that was just an accident of Birth.

I'd rather look around me - compose a better song

`cos that's the honest measure of my worth.

In your pomp and all your glory you're a poorer man than me,

as you lick the boots of death born out of fear.

I don't believe you:

you had the whole damn thing all wrong

He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays.