| Song | Crazed Institution |
| Artist | Jethro Tull |
| Album | Too Old to Rock 'N' Roll: Too Young to Die! |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Anderson | |
| Just a little touch of make-up, just a little touch of bull | |
| Just a little 3-chord trick embedded in your platform soul | |
| You can wear a gold | |
| Piaget on your semaphore wrist | |
| You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist | |
| And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
| Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
| Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
| Be the man that you think you really are(Know) | |
| Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh | |
| As your agent scores another front page photograph | |
| Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo | |
| Awaiting someone else to pull the chain | |
| Well, grab the old bog-handle, hold your breath and light a candle | |
| Clear your throat and pray for rain | |
| To irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain | |
| Filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains | |
| And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
| Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
| Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
| Be the man that you think you really are(Know) |
| zuo ci : Anderson | |
| Just a little touch of makeup, just a little touch of bull | |
| Just a little 3chord trick embedded in your platform soul | |
| You can wear a gold | |
| Piaget on your semaphore wrist | |
| You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist | |
| And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
| Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
| Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
| Be the man that you think you really are Know | |
| Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh | |
| As your agent scores another front page photograph | |
| Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo | |
| Awaiting someone else to pull the chain | |
| Well, grab the old boghandle, hold your breath and light a candle | |
| Clear your throat and pray for rain | |
| To irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain | |
| Filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains | |
| And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
| Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
| Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
| Be the man that you think you really are Know |
| zuò cí : Anderson | |
| Just a little touch of makeup, just a little touch of bull | |
| Just a little 3chord trick embedded in your platform soul | |
| You can wear a gold | |
| Piaget on your semaphore wrist | |
| You can dance the old adage with a dapper new twist | |
| And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
| Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
| Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
| Be the man that you think you really are Know | |
| Crawl inside your major triad, curl up and laugh | |
| As your agent scores another front page photograph | |
| Is it them or is it you throwing dice inside the loo | |
| Awaiting someone else to pull the chain | |
| Well, grab the old boghandle, hold your breath and light a candle | |
| Clear your throat and pray for rain | |
| To irrigate the corridors that echo in your brain | |
| Filled with empty nothingness, empty hunger pains | |
| And you can ring a crown of roses round your cranium | |
| Live and die upon your cross of platinum | |
| Join the crazed institution of the stars | |
| Be the man that you think you really are Know |