Critique Oblique

Lover of the black and white, it's your first night The Passion Play goes all the way, spoils your insight Tell me how the baby's made, how the lady's laid Why the old dog howls in sadness And your little sister's immaculate virginity wanes away On the bony shoulders of a young horse named George Who stole surreptitiously into her geography revision (The examining body examined her body) Actor of the low IQ, let's hear your view Peek at the lines upon your sleeves since your memory won't do Tell me how the baby's graded, why the lady's faded Why the old dogs howl with madness All of this and some of that's the only way to skin the cat And now you've lost a skin or two, you're for us and we for you The dressing room is right behind We've got you taped, you're in the play How does it feel to be in the play? How does it feel to play the play? How does it feel to be the play? Man of passion rise again, we won't cross you out For we do love you like a son, of that there's no doubt Tell us, Is it you who are here for our good cheer? Or are we here for the glory, for the story, for the gory satisfaction Of telling you how absolutely awful you really are? --- Critique Oblique - Jethro Tull