Wounded, Old And Treacherous Songtext / Lyric

Jethro Tull - Wounded, Old And Treacherous

A walk on the quiet side, late in the day -
Don´t mean to get in anybody´s way.
The Gods seem willing: sun´s in the sky.
Old crows cawing in the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no hold´s barred.
Heaven Express on my credit card.

Now let me draw the jungle line -
I won´t cross yours if you don´t cross mine.
Won´t make trouble, i don´t need no fuss
but I´m wounded, old and I´m treacherous.

Allow me to draw the jungle line -
You cross it once, you cross some friends of mine.
They won´t make trouble, they don´t need fuss
but they´re wounded, old and they´re treacherous.

In the crisp of evening, on sacred ground -
Ghosts of fathers pushing moonbeams round.
Big cats prowling inside your head -
They left for China; better left for dead.

Now let me draw the jungle line -
I won´t cross yours if you don´t cross mine.
Won´t make trouble, i don´t need no fuss
but I´m wounded, old and I´m treacherous.

A walk on the quiet side, late in the day -
Don´t mean to get in anybody´s way.
The Gods seem willing: sun´s in the sky.
Old crows cawing in the straight crows fly.
There was a time when love was the law.
There was a time for the tooth and the claw.
Last rites given, no hold´s barred.
Heaven Express on my credit card.

Living mountains going to shake that town -
Big mother calling you from underground.
She don´t want trouble, she don´t need no fuss
but she´s wounded old and she´s treacherous.