Paradise Steakhouse — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

Id like to take you

To the edge of every morning

On a magic eiderdown

To a window chair



In the paradise steakhouse

Where theres a cup of silver coffee

Steaming chrome reflections

From the mist in your hair



Try not to watch me (try not to watch me)

Just call me after darkfall (call me after darkfall)

Ill bring a whip to sow

My seed on your land



In the paradise steakhouse

Theres a cup of silver coffee

A sheath of steel so you may hold

My sword in your hand



Ill cut you, divide you

Into tender pieces

No wings to fly away

Upon my dear



In the paradise steakhouse

On a plate upon a table

I will carve your name with care

To last the years



Id like to eat you (Id like to eat you)

All fire will consume you (fire will consume you)

Roast on the spit of love

On this arrow true



In the paradise steakhouse

Ill taste every finger

Baking [picking? ] in the ashes

Til the flames rise anew



[repeat first and second stanzas]