The Chequered Flag lyrics

Artist  : Jethro Tull 
Song : The Chequered Flag
 
The the disc brakes drag, the chequered flag
sweeps across the oil-slick track. the young
man’s home; dry as a bone. his helmet off, he
waves: the crowd waves back. one lap victory
roll. gladiat
Ul. the taker of the day in winning has to say,
isn’t it grand to be playing to the stand, dead
or alive. the sunlight streaks through the
curtain cracks, touches the old man where he
sleeps. th
Se brings up a cup of tea --- two biscuits and
the morning paper mystery. the hard road’s end,
the white god’s-send is nearer everyday, in dying
the old man says, isn’t it grand to be playing to
Stand, dead or alive. the still-born child can’t
feel the rain as the chequered flag falls once
again. the deaf composer completes his final
score. he’ll never hear the sweet encore. the
chequer
Ag, the bull’s red rag, the lemming-hearted
hordes running ever faster to the shore singing,
isn’t it grand to be playing to the stand, dead
or alive.