by Dance (A*$) Remix (In the Style Of Big Sean & Nick on album Dance (A*$) Remix (In the Style Of Big Sean & Nicki Minaj) [Karaoke]

Ass ass ass ass ass Ass ass ass ass ass Ass ass ass ass ass Stop... now make that motherf*cker hammer time like… Wobble-dy wobble-dy wa wobble wobble I'm st-stacking my paper my wallet look like a

by Jethro Tull on album WarChild

Hoorah! Warchild, dance the days and nights away Sweet child, how do you do today? Warchild, dance the days and nights away Sweet child, how do you do today? When your back's to the wall And your lu

by Jethro Tull on album Songs From The Wood (40th Anniversary Edition, The Steven Wilson Remix)

I believe in fires at midnight --- when the dogs have all been fed A golden toddy on the mantle --- a broken gun beneath the bed Silken mist outside the window Frogs and newts slip in the dark --- too

by Jethro Tull on album Songs From The Wood (40th Anniversary Edition, The Steven Wilson Remix)

Let me bring you songs from the wood To make you feel much better than you could know Dust you down from tip to toe Show you how the garden grows Hold you steady as you go Join the chorus if you can

by Jethro Tull on album WarChild

Brain-storming, habit-forming, battle-warning weary Winsome actor spewing, spineless chilling lines The critics falling over to tell themselves, he's boring And really not an awful lot of fun Well, w

by Jethro Tull on album WarChild

Meanwhile back in the year one When you belonged to no one You didn't stand a chance, son If your pants were undone 'Cause you were bred for humanity And sold to society One day you'll wake up In the

by Jethro Tull on album WarChild

In and out of the front door Ran twelve back-door angels Their hair was a golden-brown They didn't see me wink my eye Tis said they put we men to sleep With just a whisper And touch the heads of dying

by Jethro Tull on album WarChild

Walking through forests of palm tree apartments Scoff at the monkeys who live in their dark tents Down by the waterhole, drunk every Friday Eating their nuts, saving their raisins for Sunday Lions and

by Jethro Tull on album Too Old To Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young To Die!

The disc brakes drag, the chequered flag sweeps across the oil-slick track. The young man's home; dry as a bone. His helmet off, he waves: the crowd waves back. One lap victory roll. Gladiator soul. T

by Jethro Tull on album Too Old To Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young To Die!

The old Rocker wore his hair too long, wore his trouser cuffs too tight. Unfashionable to the end --- drank his ale too light. Death's head belt buckle --- yesterday's dreams --- the transport caf' pr

by Jethro Tull on album Too Old To Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young To Die!

Yes'n she's bad-eyed and she's loveless. a young man's fancy and an old man's dream. i'm self raising and i flower in her company. give me no sugar without her cream. She's a warm fart at christmas. s

by Jethro Tull on album Warchild

by Jethro Tull on album Warchild

by Jethro Tull on album Warchild

by Jethro Tull on album Warchild

by Jethro Tull on album Warchild

by Jethro Tull on album Warchild

by Jethro Tull on album Warchild

by Jethro Tull on album Warchild

by Jethro Tull on album Warchild