00:00Music
00:08He's sitting on the park bench
00:13Finding little girls with rat in his hands
00:22And she's not running down his nose
00:25Oh, crazy fingers smearing shabby clothes
00:32Oh, Aqualung
00:36He's trying in the cold sun
00:41Watching as a friendly hands is run
00:46Oh, Aqualung
00:49And feeling like a Zeta
00:55Spitting out pieces of his broken lung
01:00Yeah, Aqualung
01:05Mmm, sun-streaking cold
01:09And no man
01:11Watching lonely
01:14Taking time
01:15The only way
01:17He goes
01:22Like herding pads
01:25As he pans to pick a dog
01:29When he goes down
01:31To the bunk
01:33And warrants his feet
01:39Mmm, feeling alone
01:46In the armies of the road
01:50Salvation out of the mold
01:55And a cup of tea
02:01Eh, Aqualung
02:02Well, I'm my friend
02:03No, you start away uneasy
02:07Oh, you poor old son
02:10You see
02:11It's only me
02:21Do you still remember
02:23This endless foggy breeze
02:27And the ice that clings onto your bed
02:30With screaming agony
02:32And you snatch right away my spreads
02:35Where deep sea don't ever sound
02:38And the flowers bloom
02:40Like madness
02:41In the spring
02:47Sun-streaking cold
02:49And no man
02:51Wandering lovely
02:53Taking time
02:55The only way
02:56He goes
02:59Neck-hurting pads
03:01As he pans to pick a dog
03:04He calls down to the bunk
03:07And warrants his feet
03:08Mmm, feeling alone
03:16The armies of the road
03:18Salvation out of the mold
03:22And a cup of tea
03:25Eh, Aqualung, my friend
03:27Don't you start away uneasy
03:30Oh, you poor old son
03:32You see
03:33It's only me
03:35in the morning
03:37I'm not feeling
03:38As if
03:40Oh, man
03:54Even I'll say
03:56I don't come
03:57I paid off
04:04You show my
04:13guitar solo
04:39guitar solo
05:05guitar solo
05:06guitar solo
05:17Heck, well, I'm my friend, don't you start away and easy, oh, you poor old sons, you see, it's only
05:30me.
05:33Oh, you know, it's only a me.
05:40Hey!
05:49Hey, sitting on the park bench, nine little curls with bad intent.
06:03And snot running down his nose, oh, greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes.
06:13Oh, heck, well, he's trying in the cauldron, watching us ready at his run.
06:27Yeah, heck, well, I'm feeling like a dead duck.
06:36Spitting a piece of service, broke the lung.
06:41Yeah, heck, well, I'm feeling like a dead duck.
07:02Oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh.
07:12Oh, heck, well.
07:14Oh, God.
07:44Oh, God.
