Jethro Tull - Crazed Institution

Just a little touch of make-up, just a little touch of bull.
Just a little three-chord trick embedded in your platform soul.
You can wear a gold Piaget on your semaphore wrist.
You can dance the old adage with a new dapper twist

And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium,
Live and die upon your cross of platinum.
Join the crazed insitution of the stars.
Be the man that you think you really are.

Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Be the man you know you really are.
Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh
As your agent scores another front page photograph.

Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo,
Awaiting someone else to pull the chain?
Well grab the old bog-handle,
Hold your breath and light a candle.

Clear your throat and pray for rain
To irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain,
Filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains.
And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium,

Live and die upon your cross of platinum.
Join the crazed insitution of the stars.
Be the man that you think you really are.
Join the crazed institution of the stars.
Be the man you think you really are.

Join the crazed insitution of the stars.
Be the man you know you really are.