Wind-Up - Steven Wilson Stereo Remix

When I was young
 And they packed me off to school
 And they taught me how not to play the game
 I didn't mind if they groomed me for success
 Or if they said that I was just a fool
 So, I left there in the morning
 With their God tucked underneath my arm
 Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
 And I asked this God a question
 And by way of firm reply
 He said, "I'm not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays."
 So told my old headmaster
 And to anyone who cares
 "Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers"
 I don't believe you
 You had the whole damn thing all wrong
 He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays
 Well, you can excommunicate me
 On my way to Sunday school
 And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
 How'd you dare tell me
 That I'm my Father's son
 When that was just an accident of birth
 I'd rather look around me
 Compose a better song
 'Cause that's the honest measure of my worth
 In your pomp and all your glory
 You're a poorer man than me
 As you lick the boots of death born out of fear
 When I was young
 And they packed me off to school
 And they taught me how not to play the game
 I didn't mind
 If they groomed me for success
 Or if they said that I was just a fool
 I left there in the morning
 With God under my arm
 Their half-assed smiles and the book of rules
 Well, you can excommunicate me
 On my way to Sunday school
 Have all the bishops harmonize these lines
 When I was young
 And they packed me off to school
 And they taught me how not to play the game
 I didn't mind
 If they groomed me for success
 Or if they said that I was just a fool
 So, I told my old headmaster
 And to anyone who cares
 "Before I'm through I'd like to say my prayers"
 Well, you can excommunicate me
 On my way to Sunday school
 And have all the bishops harmonize these lines
 I don't believe you
 You had the whole damn thing all wrong
 He's not the kind you have to wind up on Sundays