Of the spiritless, undying selves And you press on god's waiter your last dime As he hands you the bill And you spin in the slipstream, timeless, unreasoning
wave of the spiritless undying selves. And you press on God's waiter your last dime as he hands you the bill. And you spin in the slipstream tideless
Vertaling: Jethro Tull. Zog.