Letras:
Jethro Tull Catfish Rising

: Roll yer own. Don't mean you got no money. Only that you got no opportunity to shake it with that friend of mine. Roll yer own if you can't buy readymade

: You want to be a bookworm? You wanna be aloof? You wanna sit in judgement, looking down from the roof? Try a wee sensation: but first you have to

: Winds howled. Rains spit down. All these nights playing precious games. Cheap hotel in some seaboard town closed down for the winter and whispered

: Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants. I'd rather do a Vindaloo: take away is what I want. I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned

: Her love is like a candle: you light it up at night. Her heart is like a pack of cards: one chance to guess it right. Sometimes I do. She's got

: All of you sit up in bed. Don't think in straight lines ahead. Can't sleep? Head spin? Don't think in circles, it'll do you in. Think back to the

: I was in my watering-hole with some ugly friends of mine when he door came off its hinges like a cork from fizzy wine. He said, ``My name is Jesus

I've been treated for mild depression And I've been treated for growing pains I've been treated for hallucinations Now I can see it all coming again

Well, I don't care to eat out in smart restaurants I'd rather do a Vindaloo, take away is what I want I was down at the old Bengal, having telephoned