"Warchild"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Warchild (1974), Repeat: The Best of Jethro Tull Vol. II (1977), A Classic Case (1985), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

I'll take you down to that bright city mile
There to powder your sweet face
And paint on a smile
That will show all of the pleasures
And none of the pain
When you join my explosion
And play with my games
WarChild dance the days,
And dance the nights away
No unconditional surrender, no armistice day
Each night I'll die in my contentment
And lie in your grave
While you bring me water and I give you wine
Let me dance in your tea-cup
And you shall swim in mine
WarChild dance the days
And dance the nights away
Open your windows
And I'll walk through your doors
Let me live in your country
Let me sleep by your shores
WarChild dance the days
And dance the nights away

"Queen And Country"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Warchild (1974), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

The wind is on the river
And the tide has turned too late
So we're sailing for another shore
Where some other ladies wait
To throw us silken whispers
Catch us by the anchor chains
But we all laugh so politely
And we sail on just the same
For (With, Of, To) Queen and Country
In the long dying day
And it's been this way for five long years
Since we signed our souls away
We bring back gold and ivory;
Rings of diamonds; strings of pearls
Make presents to the government
So they can have their social whirl
For (With, Of, To) Queen and Country
In the long dying day
And it's been this way for five long years
Since we signed our souls away
They build schools and they build factories
With the spoils of battles won
And we remain their pretty sailor boys
Hold our heads up to the gun
For (With, Of, To) Queen and Country
In the long dying day
And it's been this way for five long years
Since we signed our souls away
For (With, Of, To) Queen and Country
In the long dying day
And it's been this way for five long years
Since we signed our souls away

"Ladies"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Warchild (1974), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

Ladies of leisure
With their eyes on the back roads
All looking for strangers
To whom they extend welcomes
With a smile and a glimpse
Of pink knees and elbows
Of satin and velvet, good ladies
Good fortune, ladies
They sing of their heroes, of solitary soldiers
Invested in good health
And manner most charming
Whose favors are numbered
(None the less well intended)
By hours in a minute
By those ladies who bless them, ladies

"Back-Door Angels"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Warchild (1974), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

In and out of the front door
Ran twelve back-door angels
Their hair was a golden-brown
They didn't see me wink my eye
'Tis said they put we men to sleep
With just a whisper and touch the heads
Of dying dogs and make them linger
They carry their candles high
And they light the dark hours
And sweep all the country clean
With pressed and scented wild-flowers
They grow all their roses red
And paint our skies blue
Drop one penny in every second bowl
Make half the beggars lose
Why do the faithful have such a will
To believe in something?
And call it the name they choose
Having chosen nothing
Think I'll sit down and invent some fool
Some Grand Court Jester
And next time the die is cast
He'll throw a six or two
In and out of the back-door
Ran one front-door angel
Her hair was a golden brown
She smiled and I think she winked her eye

"Sealion"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Warchild (1974), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

Over the mountains, and under the sky
Riding dirty gray horses, go you and I
Mating with chance, copulating with mirth
The sad-glad paymasters (for what it's worth)
The ice-cream castles are refrigerated
The super-marketeers are on parade
There's a golden handshake
Hanging round your neck
As you light your cigarette on the burning deck
And (But) you balance your world
On the tip of your nose
Like a SeaLion with a ball, at the carnival
You wear a shiny skin and a funny hat
The Almighty Animal Trainer lets it go at that
You bark ever-so-slightly at the Trainer's gun
With you whiskers melting in the noon-day sun
You flip and you flop under the Big White Top
Where the long-legged ring-mistress
Starts and stops
But you know, after all, the act is wearing thin
As the crowd grows uneasy and the boos begin
And (But) you balance your world
On the tip of your nose
Like a SeaLion with a ball, at the carnival
Just a trace of pride upon our fixed grins
For there is no business like the show we're in
There is no reason, no rhyme
No right to leave the circus
`Til we've said good-night
The same performance, in the same old way
It's the same old story to this Passion Play
So we'll shoot the moon
And hope to call the tune
And make no pin cushion of this big balloon
Look how we balance the world
On the tips of our noses
Like SeaLions with a ball at the carnival

"Skating Away On The Thin Ice of The New Day"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Warchild (1974), 'M.U.': The Best Of Jethro Tull (1976), Live: Bursting Out (1978), Original Masters (1985), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), Warchild (remaster) (2002), The Essential Jethro Tull (2003), Live: Bursting Out (remaster) (2004), 'A' (remaster) (2004), Ian Anderson Plays The Orchestral Jethro Tull (2005), The Best of Acoustic Jethro Tull (2007)

Meanwhile back in the year One
When you belonged to no-one
You didn't stand a chance son
If your pants were undone
'Cause you were bred for humanity
And sold to society
One day you'll wake up in the Present Day
A million generations removed
From expectations of being
Who you really want to be
Skating away, skating away
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
So as you push off from the shore
Won't you turn your head once more
And make your peace with everyone?
For those who choose to stay
Will live just one more day
To do the things they should have done
And as you cross the wilderness
Spinning in your emptiness
You feel you have to pray
Looking for a sign that the Universal Mind
Has written you into the Passion Play
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day
And as you cross the circle line
The ice-wall creaks behind
You're a rabbit on the run
And the silver splinters fly
In the corner of your eye
Shining in the setting sun
Well, do you ever get the feeling
That the story's too damn real
And in the present tense?
Or that everybody's on the stage
And it seems like you're the only person
Sitting in the audience?
Skating away on the thin ice of the New Day

"Bungle In The Jungle"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Warchild (1974), 'M.U.': The Best of Jethro Tull (1976), Original Masters (1985), A Classic Case (1985), 20 Years Of Jethro Tull: III. The Essential Tull (1988), 25th Anniversary Boxed Set: Remixed Classic Songs (1993), The Best of Jethro Tull: The Anniversary Collection (1993), 36 Greatest Hits (1998), The Very Best of Jethro Tull (2001), Warchild (remaster) (2002), The Essential Jethro Tull (2003)

Walking through forests
Of palm tree apartments
Scoff at the monkeys
Who live in their dark tents
Down by the waterhole, drunk every Friday
Eating their nuts
Saving their raisins for Sunday
Lions and tigers who wait in the shadows
They're fast but they're lazy
And sleep in green meadows
Let's bungle in the jungle
Well, that's all right by me
I'm a tiger when I want love
But I'm a snake if we disagree
Just say a word
And the boys will be right there:
With claws at your back
To send a chill through the night air
Is it so frightening
To have me at your shoulder?
Thunder and lightning couldn't be bolder
I'll write on your tombstone
"I thank you for dinner"
This game that we animals play is a winner
Let's bungle in the jungle
Well, that's all right by me
I'm a tiger when I want love
But I'm a snake if we disagree
The rivers are full of crocodile nasties
And He who made kittens
Put snakes in the grass
He's a lover of life but a player of pawns, yes
The King on His sunset lies waiting for dawn
To light up His Jungle as play is resumed
The monkeys seem willing
To strike up the tune

"Only Solitaire"/"Solitaire"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Warchild (1974), 20 Years Of Jethro Tull: II. Flawed Gems (Dusted Down) and The Other Sides Of Tull (1988), Nightcap: My Round - Chateau D'Isaster Tapes (1993), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

Brain-storming habit-forming
Battle-warning weary winsome actor
Spewing spineless chilling lines
The critics falling over to tell themselves
He's boring and really not an awful lot of fun
Well who the hell can he be
When he's never had V.D.
And he doesn't even sit on toilet seats?
Court-jesting, never-resting
He must be very cunning
To assume an air of dignity
And bless us all with his oratory prowess
His lame-brained antics
And his jumping in the air
And every night his act's the same
And so it must be all a game
Of chess he's playing
But you're wrong, Steve
You see, it's only solitaire

"The Third Hoorah"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Warchild (1974), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

Hoorah!
WarChild, dance the days and nights away
Sweet child, how do you do today?
When your back's to the wall
And your luck is your all
Then side with whoever you may
Seek that which within lies waiting to begin
The fight of your life that is everyday
Dance with the WarChild, hoorah
WarChild, dance the days and nights away
Sweet child, how do you do today?
In the heart of your heart
There's the tiniest part
Of an urge to live to the death
With a sword on your hip and a cry on your lips
To strike life in the inner child's breast
Dance with the WarChild, hoorah
WarChild, dance the days and nights away
Sweet child, how do you do today?

"Two Fingers"
music and lyrics by Ian Anderson

Warchild (1974), Warchild (remaster) (2002)

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 you place your final burden
On your hard-pressed next of kin
Send the chamber-pot back down the line
To be filled up again
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
Before you shake his hand

"Warchild Waltz"
music by Ian Anderson

Warchild (remaster) (2002)