General Crossing Jethro Tull

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)

[Chorus]
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