A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --
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Don't mean to get in anybody's way.
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The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.
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Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
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There was a time when love was the law.
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There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
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Last rites given, no holds barred.
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Heaven Express on my credit card.
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Now let me draw the jungle line --
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I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine.
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Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss.
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But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous.
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Allow me to draw the jungle line --
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you cross it once, you cross some friends of mine.
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They won't make trouble, they don't need no fuss
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but they're wounded, old and they're treacherous.
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In the crisp of evening, on sacred ground --
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Ghosts of fathers pushing moonbeams round.
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Big cats prowling inside your head --
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They left for China; better left for dead.
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Let me draw the jungle line --
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I won't cross yours if you don't cross mine.
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Won't make trouble, I don't need no fuss.
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But I'm wounded, old and I'm treacherous.
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A walk on the quiet side, late in the day --
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Don't mean to get in anybody's way.
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The Gods seem willing: sun's in the sky.
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Old crows cawing as the straight crows fly.
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There was a time when love was the law.
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There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
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Last rites given, no holds barred.
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Heaven Express on my credit card.
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living mountains going to shake that town --
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big mother calling you from underground.
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She don't want trouble, she don't need no fuss.
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But she's wounded, old and treacherous.
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Wounded, Old And Treacherous
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| Jethro Tull |
