General Crossing Lyrics by Jethro Tull
Album : Under Wraps
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It's an old profession
Of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing ---
Button out, button in.

The tall general will mine
A few bridges tonight,
Stroking soft machinery.
Fanfare at dawn
Courting green steel
Lined up for world war one
(two, three, four).

It's an old profession
Of subtle artillery.
Rough wheels meshing ---
On a landscape with no trees.

The tall general points
To the distance ---
Disconnects his power supply.
Writes a stiff note to his nearest
And dearest ---
He takes the battle plan
And contemplates his fly.

The tall general
Flies by the seat of history.
The tall general
Is crossing.
The tall general
He thinks inevitability.
The tall general
Is definitely crossing.
With spit and with polish ---
Time for desperate measures.
The pain in the forehead
From holding up to the pressures
Of life on the rim
Of the convenient alliance.
Out on the rim ---
Let me out on the rim.

The tall general will walk
Across the compound
With his briefcase and i.d.
Later they'll post him
Seemingly missing ---
He's gone to be a generalski.
It's an old profession   Of subtle artillery.   Rough wheels meshing ---   Button out, button in.      The tall general will mine   A few bridges tonight,   Stroking soft machinery.   Fanfare at dawn   Courting green steel   Lined up for world war one   (two, three, four).      It's an old profession   Of subtle artillery.   Rough wheels meshing ---   On a landscape with no trees.      The tall general points   To the distance ---   Disconnects his power supply.   Writes a stiff note to his nearest   And dearest ---   He takes the battle plan   And contemplates his fly.      The tall general   Flies by the seat of history.   The tall general   Is crossing.   The tall general   He thinks inevitability.   The tall general   Is definitely crossing.   With spit and with polish ---   Time for desperate measures.   The pain in the forehead   From holding up to the pressures   Of life on the rim   Of the convenient alliance.   Out on the rim ---   Let me out on the rim.      The tall general will walk   Across the compound   With his briefcase and i.d.   Later they'll post him   Seemingly missing ---   He's gone to be a generalski.