| Song | Protect And Survive |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | Living with the Past [live] |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| They said protect and you'll survive --- | |
| (but our postman didn't call) | |
| 8lbs. of over-pressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall | |
| They said protect and you'll survive | |
| E.m.p. took out the radio --- | |
| (and our milk-man didn't call) | |
| Flash blinded by the pretty lights, | |
| Didn't see his bottles fall | |
| Or feel the warm black rain arrive | |
| Big friendly cloud builds in the west | |
| (and our dust-men haven't called) | |
| They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour --- | |
| A tail wind chasing them away | |
| And in deep shelters lurk below, sub-regional control | |
| Who sympathise but cannot help | |
| To mend your body or your soul | |
| Self-appointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face | |
| When steady sirens sing all-clear they pop up, | |
| Find nobody here | |
| And so i watch two new suns spin --- | |
| (our paper man doesn't call) | |
| Burnt shadow printed on the road --- now there's nothing there at all | |
| They said protect and you'll survive |
| zuo ci : Anderson | |
| They said protect and you' ll survive | |
| but our postman didn' t call | |
| 8lbs. of overpressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall | |
| They said protect and you' ll survive | |
| E. m. p. took out the radio | |
| and our milkman didn' t call | |
| Flash blinded by the pretty lights, | |
| Didn' t see his bottles fall | |
| Or feel the warm black rain arrive | |
| Big friendly cloud builds in the west | |
| and our dustmen haven' t called | |
| They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour | |
| A tail wind chasing them away | |
| And in deep shelters lurk below, subregional control | |
| Who sympathise but cannot help | |
| To mend your body or your soul | |
| Selfappointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face | |
| When steady sirens sing allclear they pop up, | |
| Find nobody here | |
| And so i watch two new suns spin | |
| our paper man doesn' t call | |
| Burnt shadow printed on the road now there' s nothing there at all | |
| They said protect and you' ll survive |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| They said protect and you' ll survive | |
| but our postman didn' t call | |
| 8lbs. of overpressure wave seemed to glue him to the wall | |
| They said protect and you' ll survive | |
| E. m. p. took out the radio | |
| and our milkman didn' t call | |
| Flash blinded by the pretty lights, | |
| Didn' t see his bottles fall | |
| Or feel the warm black rain arrive | |
| Big friendly cloud builds in the west | |
| and our dustmen haven' t called | |
| They left the dual carriageway at a hundred miles an hour | |
| A tail wind chasing them away | |
| And in deep shelters lurk below, subregional control | |
| Who sympathise but cannot help | |
| To mend your body or your soul | |
| Selfappointed guadians of the race with egg upon their face | |
| When steady sirens sing allclear they pop up, | |
| Find nobody here | |
| And so i watch two new suns spin | |
| our paper man doesn' t call | |
| Burnt shadow printed on the road now there' s nothing there at all | |
| They said protect and you' ll survive |