Aqualung Lyrics

 Sitting on a park bench
 eyeing up little girls
 with bad intent.
 Snot running down his nose
 greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
 Drying in the cold sun
 Watching as the frilly panties run.
 Feeling like a dead duck
 spitting out pieces of his broken luck.
 Sun streaking cold
 an old man wandering lonely.
 Taking time
 the only way he knows.
 Leg hurting bad,
 as he bends to pick a dog end
 goes down to a bog to
 warm his feet.
 Feeling alone
 the army's up the rode
 salvation a la mode and
 a cup of tea.
 Aqualung my friend
 don't start away uneasy
 you poor old sod
 you see it's only me.
 Do you still remember
 December's foggy freeze
 when the ice that
 clings on to your beard is
 screaming agony.
 And you snatch your rattling last breaths
 with deep-sea diver sounds,
 and the flowers bloom like
 madness in the spring.