Two Fingers — текст песни (Jethro Tull)

Ill see you at the weighing-in,

When your lifes sum-totals made

And you set your wealth in godly deeds

Against the sins youve laid.

And you place your final burden

On your hard-pressed next of kin:

Send the chamber-pot back down the line

To be filled up again.

And the hard-headed miracle worker

Who bathes his hands in blood,

Will welcome you to the final nod ---

And cover you with mud.

And hell say, ``you really should make the deal,

As he offers round the hat.

``youd better lick two fingers clean ---

Hell thank you all for that.

As you slip on the greasy platform,

And you land upon your back,

You make a wish and you wipe your nose upon the railway track.

While the high-strung locomotive,

With furnace burning bright,

Lumbers on --- you wave goodbye ---

And the sparks fade into night.



And as you join the good ship earth,

And you mingle with the dust ---

Youd better leave your underpants

With someone you can trust.

And when the old man with the telescope

Cuts the final strand ---

Youd better lick two fingers clean,

Before you shake his hand.