Crazed Institution - Jethro Tull

Just a little touch of make-up just a little touch of bull

Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul

You can wear a gold piaget on your semaphore wrist

You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist

And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium

Live and die upon your cross of platinum

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you think know you really are

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you think know you really are

Crawl inside your major triad

Curl up and laugh as your agent scores another front page photograph

Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo awaiting someone else

To pull the chain

Well grab the old bog-handle hold your breath and light a candle

Clear your throat and pray for rain to irrigate the corridors that echo

In your brain

Filled with empty nothingness empty hunger pains

And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium

Live and die upon your cross of platinum

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you think know you really are

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you think know you really are

Just a little touch of make-up just a little touch of bull

Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul

You can wear a gold piaget on your semaphore wrist

You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist

And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium

Live and die upon your cross of platinum

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you think know you really are

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you think know you really are

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you think know you really are

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you think know you really are

Join the crazed institution of the stars

Be the man that you think know you really are