Текст Jethro Tull – Two Fingers

I’ll see you at the Weighing-In,
when your life’s sum-total’s made
and you set your wealth in Godly deeds
against the sins you’ve laid.

And the hard-headed miracle worker
who bathes his hands in blood,
Will welcome you to the final nod —
and cover you with mud.
And he’ll say, «You really should make the deal,»
as he offers round the hat.
«You’d better lick two fingers clean —
He’ll thank you all for that.»
As you slip on the greasy platform,
and you land upon your back,
You make a wish and you wipe your nose upon the railway track.
While the high-strung locomotive,
with furnace burning bright,
Lumbers on — you wave goodbye —
and the sparks fade into night.

And as you join the Good Ship Earth,
and you mingle with the dust —
you’d better leave your underpants
with someone you can trust.
And when the Old Man with the telescope
cuts the final strand —
you’d better lick two fingers clean,