jethro tull
scenario
In long years of ancient time,  Stood alone a friend of mine. Reflected by the ever-burning sigh  Of a god who happened by. And in the dawn, there came the song  Of some sweet lady singing in his ear. Your god has gone, and from now on,  You'll have to learn to hate the things you fear. We want to know, are we inside the womb Of passion plays, and by righteousness consumed? Or just in lush contentment of our souls? And so began the age of man. They left his body in the sand.  Their glasses raised to a god on high  Who smiled upon them from the sky. So take the stage.  Spin down the ages.  Loose the passion.  Spill the rage upon your son Who holds the gun up to your head - the play's begun.