Artist: Pink Floyd Album: The Wall {1979}

We came in


So ya thought ya might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill of confusion - that space cadet glow
Tell me is something eluding you, sunshine
Is this not what you expected to see
If you wanna find out what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to claw your way through this disguise

Lights, roll the sound effects - action
Drop it, drop it on 'em - drop it on them

Momma loves her baby and daddy loves you too
And the sea may look warm to you babe and the sky may look blue
But oooh, babe
Oooh, baby blue
Oooh, babe

If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you the silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don't be surprised when a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth and out of your mind
With your fear flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice

Daddy's flown cross the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in a family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me
Daddy what'd ya leave behind for me

All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall

You, yes, you - stand still laddy


When we grew up and went to school 
There were certain teachers
Who would hurt the children any way they could 

By pouring their derision upon anything we did
Exposing every weakness however carefully hidden by the kid
But in the town it was well known
When they got home at night
Their fat and psychopathic wives
Would thrash them within inches of their lives

We don't need no education 
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher - leave them kids alone
All in all it's just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall

We don't need no education
We dont need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teachers leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher - leave them kids alone
All in all you're just another brick in the wall
All in all you're just another brick in the wall


Wrong, do it again, wrong, do it again
If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding
How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat
You, yes, you behind the bikesheds, stand still laddy

Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother do you think they'll like this song
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
Mother should I build the wall

Mother should I run for president
Mother should I trust the government
Mother will they put me in the firing line
Is it just a waste of time

Hush now baby, baby, don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly, but she might let you sing
Mama's gonna keep baby cozy and warm
Oooh baby, oooh baby, oooh baby
Of course mama's gonna help build the wall

Mother do you think she's good enough for me
Mother do you think she's dangerous to me
Mother will she tear your little boy apart
Mother will she break my heart

Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up until you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Oooh baby, oooh baby, oooh baby
You'll always be baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high

Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky


Did you see the frightened ones
Did you hear the falling bombs
Did you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath the clear blue sky

Did you see the frightened ones
Did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone, but the pain lingers on

Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye blue sky
Goodbye, goodbye

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces
Where we used to talk
How shall I fill the final places
How should I complete the wall

I am just a new boy
Stranger in this town
Where are all the good times
Who's gonna show this stranger around
Oooh, I need a dirty woman
Oooh, I need a dirty girl

Will some woman in this desert land
Make me feel like a real man
Take this rock and roll refugee
Oooh, babe, set me free
Oooh, I need a dirty woman
Oooh, I need a dirty girl

Oooh, I need a dirty woman
Oooh, I need a dirty girl


Hello
Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd
Will you accept the charges from United States

Oh, he hung up
That's your residence, right
Well, I wonder why he hung up
I guess there must be someone else there besides your wife there to answer

Hello
This is United States calling, are we reaching
See he keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering

Oh my god, what a fabulous room
Are all these your guitars
This place is bigger than our apartment
Um, can I get a drink of water
You want some, huh
Oh wow, look at this tub - do you wanna take a bath
What're ya watching
Hello - are you feeling okay


Day after day love turns grey
Like the skin on the dying man
And night after night we pretend its all right
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothin' is very much fun any more
And I can feel one of my turns comin' on
I feel cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum

Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
You'll find my favorite axe
Don't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV
Or get between the sheets
Or contemplate this silent freeway
Would you like something to eat
Would you like to learn to fly, would ya
Would you like to see me try, oh no

Would you like to call the cops
Do you think it's time I stopped
Why are you running away

Oooh, babe, don't leave me now
Don't say it's the end of the road
Remember the flowers I sent
I need you, babe
To put through the shredder
In front of my friends, oh babe
Don't leave me now
How could you go
When you know how I need you
To beat to a pulp on a Saturday night, oh babe
Don't leave me now
How could you treat me this way
Running away
Oooh, babe, why are you running away
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
Oooh babe

I don't need no arms around me
And I don't need no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don't think I need anything at all
No, don't think I'll need anything at all

All in all it was all just bricks in the wall
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall

Goodbye cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye

Goodbye all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Goodbye

Hey you, out there in the cold
Getting lonely, getting old
Can you feel me
Hey you, standing in the aisles
With itchy feet and fading smiles
Can you feel me
Hey you, don't help them to bury the light
Don't give in without a fight

Hey you, out there on your own
Sitting naked by the phone
Would you touch me
Hey you, with you ear against the wall
Waiting for someone to call out
Would you touch me
Hey you, would you help me to carry the stone
Open your heart, I'm coming home

But it was only fantasy
The wall was too high as you can see
No matter how he tried
He could not break free
And the worms ate into his brain

Hey you, out there on the road
Always doing what you're told - can you help me
Hey you, out there beyond the wall
Breaking bottles in the hall - can you help me
Hey you, don't tell me there's no hope at all
Together we stand, divided we fall

Well, only got an hour of daylight left, better get started
Isn't it unsafe to travel at night
It'll be a lot less safe to stay here
You're father's gonna pick up our trail before long
Can Loca ride
Yeah, I can ride
Magaret, time to go
Magaret, thank you for everything


Is there anybody out there


Goodbye Chenga
Goodbye miss


Is there anybody out there


I'll be back


Is there anybody out there
Is there anybody out there

Alright, I'll take care of them part of the time
But there's somebody else that needs taking care of in Washington
Who's that
Rose Pilchitt
Rose Pilchitt - who's that

Shut up
36-24-36 - does that answer your question
Oi, I've got a little black book with me poems in
Who is she
She was Miss Armoured Division in 1961
How'd ya get to meet her


I've got a little black book with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in
When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in

I got elastic bands keepin my shoes on
Got those swollen hand blues
I got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from
I've got electric light
And I got second sight
I got amazing powers of observation
And that is how I know when I try to get through
On the telephone to you
There'll be nobody home

I got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front of my favorite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains

I've got wild staring eyes
And I got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Oooh, babe, when I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home

I've got a pair of Gohill's boots
And I got faded on roots

Where the hell are you
Over 47 german planes were destroyed
With the loss of only 15 of our own aircraft
Where the hell are you Simon


Does anybody here remember Vera Lynn
Remember how she said that we would meet again some sunny day
Vera, Vera - what has become of you
Does anybody else in here feel the way I do

Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own, no, no
Bring the boys back home


Wrong - do it again
Wrong - do it again
Wrong - do it again
Time to go
Are you feeling okay
Time to go
Are you feeling okay
There's a man answering, but he keeps hanging up


Is there anybody out there

Hello, is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on, now I hear you're feeling down
Well I can ease your pain
Get you on your feet again
Relax, I'll need some information first
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can't explain you would not understand
This is not how I am
I have become comfortably numb

I have become comfortably numb

Okay, just a little pinprick
There'll be no more, "Aaah!"
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up, I do believe it's working, good
That'll keep you going through the show
Come on it's time to go

There is no pain you are receding
A distant ship, smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown, the dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb

Oooh, Ma, Oooh, Pa
Must the show go on
Oooh, Pa - take me home
Oooh, Ma - let me go

There must be some mistake
I didnt mean to let them take away my soul
Am I too old, is it too late

Oooh, Ma, Oooh, Pa
Where has the feeling gone
Oooh, Ma, Oooh, Pa
Will I remember the songs

The show must go on

So ya thought ya might like to go to the show
To feel that warm thrill of confusion - that space cadet glow
I've got some bad news for you sunshine
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel
And they sent us along as a surrogate band
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand

Are there any queers in the theater tonight
Get 'em up against the wall
Now, there's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me
Get him up against the wall
And that one looks Jewish and that one's a coon
Who let all of this riff-raff into the room
There's one smoking a joint and another with spots
If I had my way I'd have all of you shot

Pink Floyd, Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd, Pink Floyd
Pink Floyd, Pink Floyd


Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
You better make your face up with your favorite disguise
With your button down lips and your toller blind eyes
With your empty smile and your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters as the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You'd better run

Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run, run, run, run, run
You better run all day and run all night
Keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight
You'd better park the car well out of sight
Cos if they catch you in the back seat tryin' to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother in a cardboard box
You better run


Hey, open up, hahaha

Hammer, hammer, hammer
Hammer, hammer, hammer

Eins, zwei, drei, alle


Oooh, you cannot reach me now
Oooh, no matter how you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it's over
Walk on by

Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come


We're waiting to succeed and going to convene outside 
Brixton Town Hall where we're going to be


Waiting to cut out the deadwood
Waiting to clean up the city
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to put on a black shirt
Waiting to weed out the weaklings
Waiting to smash in their windows and kick in their doors
Waiting for the final solution to strengthen the strain
Waiting to follow the worms
Waiting to turn on the showers and fire the ovens
Waiting for the queens and the coons and the reds and the Jews
Waiting to follow the worms

Would you like to see Britannia rule again, my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms

Would you like to send our colored cousins home again, my friend
All you need to do is follow the worms


The Worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station
We'll be moving along at about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road
Twelve minutes to three we'll be moving
Along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge

Now when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge
We're in Westminster area
It's quite possible we may encounter some resistance by the way we go

Hammer, hammer, hammer
Hammer, hammer, hammer

Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform and leave the show
But I'm waiting in this cell because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time

Good morning, Worm, your honor
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings of an almost human nature
This will not do

Call the schoolmaster

I always said he'd come to no good in the end, your honor
If they'd let me have my way I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him today

Crazy - toys in the attic
I am crazy - truly gone fishing
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy - toys in the attic - he is crazy

You little shit you're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should have talked to me more often than you did, but no
Tou had to go your own way
Have you broken any homes up lately
Just five minutes, Worm, your honor
Him and me, alone

Babe

Come to mother baby, let me hold you in my arms
My lord I never wanted him to get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me
Worm, your honor, let me take him home

Crazy - over the rainbow
I am crazy - bars in the window
There must have been a door there in the wall when I came in
Crazy - over the rainbow - he is crazy

The evidence before the court is incontrivertable
There's no need for the jury to retire
In all my years of judging I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law
The way you made them suffer - your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with the urge to defecate


Go Judge - shit on him


Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed before your peers
Tear down the wall

Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall
Tear down the wall, tear down the wall

All alone or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand and some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the artists make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall - after all it's not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall


Isn't this where