Текст песни The Foot of Our Stairs - Jethro Tull
                                                We 
                                                sleep 
                                                by 
                                                the 
                                                ever-bright 
                                                hole 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                door,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Eat 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                corner, 
                                                talk 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                floor,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Cheating 
                                                the 
                                                spiders 
                                                who 
                                                come 
                                                to 
                                                say 
                                                "please",
 
                                    
                                
                                                (Politely).
 
                                    
                                
                                                They 
                                                bend 
                                                at 
                                                the 
                                                knees.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                i'll 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                foot 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                stairs.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Old 
                                                gentlemen 
                                                talk 
                                                of 
                                                when 
                                                they 
                                                were 
                                                young
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                ladies 
                                                lost 
                                                and 
                                                erring 
                                                sons.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Lace-covered 
                                                dandies 
                                                revel 
                                                (with 
                                                friends)
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pure 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                truth, 
                                                tied 
                                                at 
                                                both 
                                                ends.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                i'll 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                foot 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                stairs.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Scented 
                                                cathedral 
                                                spire 
                                                pointed 
                                                down.
 
                                    
                                
                                                We 
                                                pray 
                                                for 
                                                souls 
                                                in 
                                                kentish 
                                                town.
 
                                    
                                
                                                    A 
                                                delicate 
                                                hush 
                                                the 
                                                gods, 
                                                floating 
                                                by
 
                                    
                                
                                                Wishing 
                                                us 
                                                well, 
                                                pie 
                                                in 
                                                the 
                                                sky.
 
                                    
                                
                                                God 
                                                of 
                                                ages, 
                                                lord 
                                                of 
                                                time, 
                                                mine 
                                                is 
                                                the 
                                                right 
                                                to 
                                                be 
                                                wrong.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well 
                                                i'll 
                                                go 
                                                to 
                                                the 
                                                foot 
                                                of 
                                                our 
                                                stairs.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Jack 
                                                rabbit 
                                                mister 
                                                spawn 
                                                    a 
                                                new 
                                                breed
 
                                    
                                
                                                Of 
                                                love-hungry 
                                                pilgrims 
                                                (no 
                                                bodies 
                                                to 
                                                feed).
 
                                    
                                
                                                Show 
                                                me 
                                                    a 
                                                good 
                                                man 
                                                and 
                                                i'll 
                                                show 
                                                you 
                                                the 
                                                door.
 
                                    
                                
                                                The 
                                                last 
                                                hymn 
                                                is 
                                                sung 
                                                and 
                                                the 
                                                devil 
                                                cries 
                                                "more."
 
                                    
                                
                                                Well, 
                                                i'm 
                                                all 
                                                for 
                                                leaving 
                                                and 
                                                that 
                                                being 
                                                done,
 
                                    
                                
                                                I've 
                                                put 
                                                in 
                                                    a 
                                                request 
                                                to 
                                                take 
                                                up 
                                                my 
                                                turn
 
                                    
                                
                                                In 
                                                that 
                                                forsaken 
                                                paradise 
                                                that 
                                                calls 
                                                itself 
                                                "hell"
 
                                    
                                
                                                Where 
                                                no-one 
                                                has 
                                                nothing 
                                                and 
                                                nothing 
                                                is 
                                                well 
                                                meaning 
                                                fool,
 
                                    
                                
                                                Pick 
                                                up 
                                                thy 
                                                bed 
                                                and 
                                                rise 
                                                up 
                                                from 
                                                your 
                                                gloom 
                                                smiling.
 
                                    
                                
                                                Give 
                                                me 
                                                your 
                                                hate 
                                                and 
                                                do 
                                                as 
                                                the 
                                                loving 
                                                heathen 
                                                do.
 
                                    
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