Tekster:
Jethro Tull Live Bursting Out

chain on the door: a big dog in the hall. But there's dragons and beasties out there in the night to snatch you if you fall. So come out fighting

: Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout! I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your

: Who would be a poor man, a beggarman, a thief -- if he had a rich man in his hand. And who would steal the candy from a laughing baby's mouth if

old to Rock'n'Roll but he's too young to die. He once owned a Harley Davidson and a Triumph Bonneville. Counted his friends in burned-out spark plugs

-- greasy fingers smearing shabby clothes. Drying in the cold sun -- Watching as the frilly panties run. Feeling like a dead duck -- spitting out

: (Instrumental)

: Let me bring you songs from the wood: to make you feel much better than you could know. Dust you down from tip to toe. Show you how the garden grows

(Instrumental)

Really don't mind if you sit this one out. My words but a whisper -- your deafness a shout! I may make you feel but I can't make you think. Your sperm