Interpret:

Jethro Tull

Album:

A

Spring light in a hazy May 
and a man with a gun at the door 
Someone's crawling on the roof above --- 
all the media here for the show 
I've been waiting for our friends to come 
Like spiders down ropes to free-fall 
A thirty round clip for a visiting card --- 
admit one to the embassy ball 


Caught in the crossfire on Princes Gate Avenue 
In go the windows and out go the lights 
Call me a doctor. Fetch me a policeman 
I'm down on the floor in one hell of a fight 


I'm just a soul with an innocent face --- 
a regular boy dressed in blue 
conducting myself in a proper way 
as befitting the job that I do 
They came down on me like a ton of bricks 
Swept off my feet, knocked about 
There's nothing for it but to sit and wait 
for the hard men to get me out 


Calm reason floats from the street below 
and the slow fuse burns through the night 
Everyone's tried to talk it through 
but they can't seem to get the deal right 
Somewhere there are Brownings in a two-hand hold --- 
cocked and locked, one up the spout 
There's nothing for it but to sit and wait 
for the hard men to get me out