Scenario - Jethro Tull

Written by：Ian Anderson

In long years of ancient time

Stood alone a friend of mine

Reflected by the ever

Burning sigh of a God who happened by

And in the dawn there came the song

Of some sweet lady singing in his ear

Your God has gone and from now on

You'll have to learn

To hate the things you fear

We want to know

Are we inside the womb

Of passion plays

In thy righteousness consumed

Or just in lush

Contentment of our souls

And so began the age of man

And they left his body in the sand

Their glasses raised to a God on high

Who smiled upon them from the sky

So take the stage

Spin down the ages

Loose the passion

Spill the rage upon your son

Who holds the gun up to your head

The play's begun

Then God the director smells a rat

Pulls another rabbit from his hat

Sniffs the air and he says

Well that's that

I'm going