Dark Ages Jethro Tull текст и слова песни

Darlings are you ready for the long winter's fall ?

said the lady in her parlour

said the butler in the hall.

Is there time for another ?

said the drunkard in his sleep.

Not likely

said the little child. What's done

the Lord can keep.

And the vicar stands a-praying

And the television dies

as the white dot flickers and is gone

and no-one stops to cry.

The big jet rumbles over runway miles

that scar the patchwork green

where slick tycoons and rich buffoons

have opened up the seam

of golden nights and champagne flights

ad-man overkill

and in the raze

consumer crazed

we take the sugar pill.

Jagged fires mark the picket lines

the politicians weep

and mealy-mouthed

through corridors of power on tip-toe creep

Come and see bureaucracy

make its final heave

and let the new disorder through

while senses take their leave.

Families screaming line the streets

and put the windows through