Slipstream - Jethro Tull

Well, the lush separation enfolds you

And the products of wealth

Push you along on the bow wave

Of their spiritless undying selves

And you press on God’s waiter your last dime

As he hands you the bill

And you spin in the slipstream

Tideless, unreasoning

Paddle right out of the mess

And you paddle right out of the mess