Paroles de Confessional

Jethro Tulls Ian Anderson

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(gerald the banker)
I made my millions, stashed the pile in swiss bank havens, lost the lot
When inland revenue got wise. so, i did my time, my time for what?

(gerald the homeless)
On the streets, a pretty pickle. i met a man who lifted me.
Took me home for slap and tickle, in civil partnership, pledged to me.

(gerald the chorister)
Enough of twisted overkill, hellfire, damnation, voices shrill.
I was rumbled, de-frocked and tumbled from grace and favour, caught hand in till.

(gerald the military man)
Invalided out of theatre. civilian rehabilitation.
My time now given to help my brothers find cold feet, lost building nations.

(gerald: a most ordinary man)
Sold the shop, flicked off the power switch. in silent siding, mallard must stay.
Carriages and sleek coal tender packed in boxes, sold on ebay. sold on ebay.

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