The Foot Of Our Stairs - Jethro Tull

We sleep by the ever-bright hole in the door,\neat in the corner, talk to the floor,\ncheating the spiders who come to say «please»,\n(politely).\nthey bend at the knees.\nwell, i’ll go to the foot of our stairs.\nold gentlemen talk of when they were young\nof ladies lost and erring sons.\nlace-covered dandies revel (with friends)\npure as the truth, tied at both ends.\nwell i’ll go to the foot of our stairs.\nscented cathedral spire pointed down.\nwe pray for souls in kentish town.\na delicate hush the gods, floating by\nwishing us well, pie in the sky.\ngod of ages, lord of time, mine is the right to be wrong.\nwell i’ll go to the foot of our stairs.\njack rabbit mister spawn a new breed\nof love-hungry pilgrims (no bodies to feed).\nshow me a good man and i’ll show you the door.\nthe last hymn is sung and the devil cries «more.»\nWell, i’m all for leaving and that being done,\ni’ve put in a request to take up my turn\nin that forsaken paradise that calls itself «hell»\nwhere no-one has nothing and nothing is well meaning fool,\npick up thy bed and rise up from your gloom smiling.\ngive me your hate and do as the loving heathen do.