The Final Cut” Lyrics

The Wall” Lyrics

Disc 1

“In the Flesh?”

So you thought you 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 blow your way through this disguise.

“The Thin Ice”

Mamma loves her baby

And Daddy loves you too

And the sea may look warm to you babe

And the sky may look blue.

But Babe

Baby blue

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.

“Another Brick In The Wall” (part one)

Daddy's gone across the ocean,

Leaving just a memory,

A snapshot in the family album.

Daddy, what else did you leave for me?

Daddy, what you leave behind for me?

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

All in all it was just the bricks in the wall.

“The Happiest Days of Our Lives”

Well, when we grew up and went to school,

There were certain teachers,

Who would hurt the children in any way they could,

By pouring their derision,

Upon anything we did,

Exposing every weakness,

However carefully hidden by the kids.

But in (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.

“Another Brick In The Wall (part two)”

We don't need no education.

We don't need no thought control.

No dark sarcasm in the classroom.

Teacher, leave those kids alone.

Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone!

All in all it's just another brick in the wall.

All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

“Mother”

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?

Ooooh 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?

Ooooh 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 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 will keep baby cozy and warm.

Ooooh baby ooooh baby oooooh baby,

Of course mama'll help to build the wall.

Mother do you think she's good enough - to me?

Mother do you think she's dangerous - to me?

Mother will she tear your little boy apart?

Ooooh 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.

Ooooh baby oooh baby oooh baby,

You'll always be baby to me.

Mother, did it need to be so high?

“Goodbye Blue Sky”

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

Oooooooo ooooooooo ooooh [x3]

Did-did-did-did-you see the frightened ones?

Did-did-did-did-you hear the falling bombs?

Did-did-did-did-you ever wonder why we had to run for shelter

When the promise of a brave new world

Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky?

Oooooooo ooooooooo ooooh [x2]

Did-did-did-did-you see the frightened ones?

Did-did-did-did-you hear the falling bombs?

The flames are all long gone, but the pain lingers on.

Goodbye, blue sky

Goodbye, blue sky.

Goodbye. [x2]

"The 11:15 from Newcastle is now approaching"

"The 11:18 arrival...."

“Empty Spaces/ What Shall We Do Now?”

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces,

Where we used to talk?

How shall I fill the final places?

How shall I complete the wall?

What shall we use to fill the empty spaces

Where waves of hunger roar?

Shall we set out across the sea of faces

In search of more and more applause?

Shall we buy a new guitar?

Shall we drive a more powerful car?

Shall we work straight through the night?

Shall we get into fights?

Leave the lights on?

Drop bombs?

Do tours of the east?

Contract diseases?

Bury bones?

Break up homes?

Send flowers by phone?

Take to drink?

Go to shrinks?

Give up meat?

Rarely sleep?

Keep people as pets?

Train dogs?

Race rats?

Fill the attic with cash?

Bury treasure?

Store up leisure?

But never relax at all

With our backs to the wall.

“Young Lust”

I am just a new boy,

Stranger in this town.

Where are all the good times?

Who's gonna show this stranger around?

Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.

Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.

Will some cold woman in this desert land

Make me feel like a real man?

Take this rock and roll refugee

Oooh, baby set me free.

Ooooh, I need a dirty woman.

Ooooh, I need a dirty girl.

[Phone rings..Clink of receiver being lifted]

"Hello..?"

"Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.

Will you accept the charges from United States?"

[clunk! of phone being put down]

"Oh, He hung up! That's your residence, right? I wonder why he hung up?

Is there supposed to be someone else there besides your wife there to answer?"

[Phone rings again...clunk of receiver being picked up]

"Hello?"

"This is United States calling, are we reaching...

[interrupted by phone being put down]

"See he keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering."

[whirr of connection being closed]

“One Of My Turns”

"Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?

[Film in background: "I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!]

"This place is bigger than our apartment!

[Film: "Let me know when you're entering a room"

"Yes sir!"]

"erm, Can I get a drink of water?

[Film: "I was wondering about ..."]

"You want some, huh?"

[Film: "Yes"]

"Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take baaaath?"

[Film: "I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main ..."]

"What are watching?"

[Film: "If you'll just let me know as soon as you can ... Mrs Bancroft" "Mrs Bancroft ..."]

"Hello?"

[Film: "I don't understand ..."]

"Are you feeling okay?..."

Day after day, love turns grey

Like the skin of a dying man.

Night after night, we pretend its all right

But I have grown older and

You have grown colder and

Nothing is very much fun any more.

And I can feel one of my turns coming 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 T.V.?

Or get between the sheets?

Or contemplate the silent freeway?

Would you like something to eat?

Would you like to learn to fly?

Would'ya?

Would you like to see me try?

Would you like to call the cops?

Do you think it's time I stopped?

Why are you running away?

“Don't Leave Me Now”

Ooooh, 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

Ooooh 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

Ooooh Babe.

How could you treat me this way?

Running away.

I need you, Babe.

Why are you running away?

Oooooh Babe!

“Another Brick in the Wall” (part three)

[Sound of many TV's coming on, all on different channels]

"The Bulls are already out there"

Pink: "Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaarrrrrgh!"

"This Roman Meal bakery thought you'd like to know."

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”

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.

Disc 2

“Hey You”

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, standing in 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.

[Click of TV being turned on]

"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... Margaret, time to go! Margaret, thank you for everything"

"Goodbye Chenga"

"Goodbye miss ..."

"I'll be back"

“Is There Anybody Out There?”

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

Is there anybody out there?

“Nobody Home”

"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?"

[Kid screams in background. foreground: "Shut Up!"]

"36-24-36 [laughter] does that answer your question?"

[foreground: "Oi! I've got a little black book with me poems in!"]

"Who's she?"

"She was 'Miss Armoured Division' in 1961..."

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.

Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from.

I've got electric light.

And I've got second sight.

And 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've 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.

I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains.

I've got wild staring eyes.

And I've got a strong urge to fly.

But I got nowhere to fly to.

Ooooh, babe when I pick up the phone

"Surprise, surprise, surprise..." (from Gomer Pyle show)

There's still nobody home.

I've got a pair of Gohills boots

and I got fading 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?"

[Machine gun sound, followed by plane crashing]

“Vera”

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

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!)

Wrong! Do it again! (Are you feeling okay?)

Time to go! (Are you feeling okay?)

Time to go! (Are you feeling okay?)

Are you feeling okay? (Time to go!)

Time to go! (Are you feeling okay?)

Are you feeling okay? (Time to go! )

Are you feeling...

Is there anybody out there?

“Comfortably numb”

Hello [echo],

Is there anybody in there?

Just nod if you can hear me

Is there anyone home?

Come on [echo], now

I hear you're feeling down

Well I can ease your pain,

Get you on your feet again

Relax (echo),

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 not explain, you would not Understand

This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

I have become comfortably numb

Okay (echo), just a little pin prick

There be no more [AHHHHhhhhh]...

But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up (echo)

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 child

I caught a fleeting glimpse

Out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone

I can not put my finger on it, now

The child is grown, the dream is gone

I have become Comfortably numb

“The Show Must Go On”

Ooooh, Ma, Oooh Pa

Must the show go on?

Ooooh, Pa. Take me home

Ooooh, Ma. Let me go

There must be some mistake

I didn’t mean to let them

Take away my soul.

Am I too old, is it too late?

Ooooh, Ma, Ooooh Pa,

Where has the feeling gone?

Ooooh, Ma, Ooooh Pa,

Will I remember the songs?

The show must go on.

“In The Flesh”

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 folks really stand.

Are there any queers in the theater tonight?

Get them up against the wall!

There's one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me,

Get him up against the wall!

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!

“Run Like Hell”

You better make your face up in

Your favourite disguise

With your button down lips

And your roller 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 cockle shell shatters

And the hammers butter

Down your door

You better run

You better run all day

And run all night

And keep your dirty feelings

Deep inside. And if you

Take your girlfriend

Out tonight,

You better park the car

Well out of sight

'cos if they catch you in the back seat

Trying to pick her locks

They're gonna send you back to mother

In a card board box

You better run.

“Waiting For the Worms”

Eins! Tzwei! Drei! Hammer!

Oooo You cannot reach me now,

Oooo 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. ( Worms to come. )

In perfect isolation,

Here behind my wall,

Waiting for the worms to come. ( Worms to come. )

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 queers 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.

Hammer! Hammer! Hammer!..

“Stop”

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?

“The Trial”

[Prosecutor]

Good morning, The Worm, Your Honour,

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.

[worm Judge]

Call the schoolmaster!

[Teacher]

I always said he'd come to no good,

In the end, Your Honour.

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.

[Convict]

Crazy.

Toys in the attic, I am crazy.

Truly gone fishing.

They must have taken my marbles away.

[Choir:]

(Crazy. Toys in the attic, he is crazy.)

[Convict's Wife]

You little shit, you're in it now.

I hope they throw away the key.

You should've talked to me more often than you did.

But no! You had to go your own way.

Have you broken any homes up lately?

Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honour,

Him and me alone.

[Convict's Mother]

Baaaaaabe!

Come to Mother, baby.

Let me hold you in my arms.

M'Lord, I never meant wanted for him to get in any trouble.

Why'd he ever have to leave me?

Worm, Your Honour, let me take him home.

[Convict]

Crazy.

Over the rainbow, I am crazy.

Bars in the window.

There must have been a door there in the wall.

For when I came in. . .

[Choir:]

(Crazy. Over the rainbow, he is crazy.)

[worm Judge]

The evidence before the court is incontravertible.

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 the law.

The way you made them suffer,

Your exquisite wife and mother,

Fills me with the urge to deficate! - Go on, 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!

[Choir:]

Tear down the wall! Tear down the wall! Tear down the wall!

“Outside the Wall”

All alone, or in two's,

The ones who really loves 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.

The Final Cut” Lyrics

“The Post War Dream”

[Car sound, switching on of car radio]

"...announced plans to build a nuclear fallout shelter at Peterborough

in Cambridgeshire..."

[phzzt! of returning]

"...three high court judges have cleared the way..."

[phzzt!]

"...It was announced today, that the replacement for the Atlantic

Conveyor the container ship lost in the Falklands conflict would be

built in Japan, a spokesman for..."

[phzzt!]

"...moving in. They say the third world countries, like Bolivia, which

produce the drug are suffering from rising violence...[fades]"

Tell me true, tell me why, was Jesus crucified

Is it for this that Daddy died?

Was it for you? Was it me?

Did I watch too much T.V.?

Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?

If it wasn't for the nips

Being so good at building ships

The yards would still be open on the clyde.

And it can't be much fun for them

Beneath the rising sun

With all their kids committing suicide.

What have we done, Maggie what have we done?

What have we done to England?

Should we shout, should we scream

"What happened to the post war dream?"

Oh Maggie, Maggie what have we done?

“Your Possible Pasts”

They flutter behind you your possible pasts,

Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost.

A warning to anyone still in command

[Cattle truck noises]

"Ranks! Fire!"

Of their possible future, to take care.

In derelict sidings the poppies entwine

With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time.

Do you remember me? How we used to be?

Do you think we should be closer?

She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile

Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign.

Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs

For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs.

Stepping up boldly one put out his hand.

He said, "I was just a child then, now I'm only a man."

Do you remember me? How we used to be?

Do you think we should be closer?

By the cold and religious we were taken in hand

Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad.

Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray

Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay.

And strung out behind us the banners and flags

Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags.

Do you remember me? How we used to be?

Do you think we should be closer?

“One of the Few”

When you're one of the few to land on your feet

What do you do to make ends meet?

Teach.

Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two.

Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to.

Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die.

“When the Tigers Broke Free”

It was just before dawn

One miserable morning in black 'forty four.

When the forward commander

Was told to sit tight

When he asked that his men be withdrawn.

And the Generals gave thanks

As the other ranks held back

The enemy tanks for a while.

And the Anzio bridgehead

Was held for the price

Of a few hundred ordinary lives.

And kind old King George

Sent Mother a note

When he heard that father was gone.

It was, I recall,

In the form of a scroll,

With gold leaf and all.

And I found it one day

In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away.

And my eyes still grow damp to remember

His Majesty signed

With his own rubber stamp.

It was dark all around.

There was frost in the ground

When the tigers broke free.

And no one survived

From the Royal Fusiliers Company C.

They were all left behind,

Most of them dead,

The rest of them dying.

And that's how the High Command

Took my daddy

From me.

“The Hero's Return”

Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?

Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape.

When I was their age all the lights went out.

There was no time to whine or mope about.

And even now part of me flies over

Dresden at angels one five.

Though they'll never fathom it behind my

Sarcasm desperate memories lie.

Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep? Good.

'Cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you.

And there is something that I've locked away

A memory that is too painful

To withstand the light of day.

When we came back from the war the banners and

Flags hung on everyone's door.

We danced and we sang in the street and

The church bells rang.

But burning in my heart

My memory smolders on

Of the gunners dying words on the intercom.

“The Gunner's Dream”

Floating down through the clouds

Memories come rushing up to meet me now.

In the space between the heavens

and in the corner of some foreign field

I had a dream.

I had a dream.

Good-bye Max.

Good-bye Ma.

After the service when you're walking slowly to the car

And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air

You hear the tolling bell

And touch the silk in your lapel

And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band

You take her frail hand

And hold on to the dream.

A place to stay

"Oi! A real one ..."

Enough to eat

Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street

Where you can speak out loud

About your doubts and fears

And what's more no-one ever disappears

You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door.

You can relax on both sides of the tracks

And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control

And everyone has recourse to the law

And no-one kills the children anymore.

And no one kills the children anymore.

Night after night

Going round and round my brain

His dream is driving me insane.

In the corner of some foreign field

The gunner sleeps tonight.

What's done is done.

We cannot just write off his final scene.

Take heed of his dream.

Take heed.

“Paranoid Eyes”

Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip.

Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask.

And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions

You can hide, hide, hide,

"I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks, and play you for five

..."

"Ta! You was unlucky there son"

"Time gentleman!"

Behind paranoid eyes.

You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar.

Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar,

Laughing too loud at the rest of the world

With the boys in the crowd

You hide, hide, hide,

Behind petrified eyes.

You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory.

Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age

The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high.

And you hide, hide, hide,

Behind brown and mild eyes.

"Oi!"

“Get Your Filthy Hands Off My Desert”

"Oi...Get your filthy hands off my desert!"

"What 'e say?"

Brezhnev took Afghanistan.

Begin took Beirut.

Galtieri took the Union Jack.

And Maggie, over lunch one day,

Took a cruiser with all hands.

Apparently, to make him give it back.

“The Fletcher Memorial Home”

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere

And build them a home, a little place of their own.

The Fletcher Memorial

Home for Incurable Tyrants and Kings.

And they can appear to themselves every day

On closed circuit T.V.

To make sure they're still real.

It's the only connection they feel.

"Ladies and gentlemen, please welcome, Reagan and Haig,

Mr. Begin and friend, Mrs. Thatcher, and Paisly,

"Hello Maggie!"

Mr. Brezhnev and party.

"Scusi dov'è il bar?"

The ghost of McCarthy,

The memories of Nixon.

"Who's the bald chap?"

"Good-bye!"

And now, adding colour, a group of anonymous latin-

American meat packing glitterati.

Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?

They can polish their medals and sharpen their

Smiles, and amuse themselves playing games for awhile.

Boom boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead.

Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye

With their favorite toys

They'll be good girls and boys

In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial

Wasters of life and limb.

Is everyone in?

Are you having a nice time?

Now the final solution can be applied.

“Southampton Dock”

They disembarked in 45

And no-one spoke and no-one smiled

There were to many spaces in the line.

Gathered at the cenotaph

All agreed with the hand on heart

To sheath the sacrificial Knifes.

But now

She stands upon Southampton dock

With her handkerchief

And her summer frock clings

To her wet body in the rain.

In quiet desperation knuckles

White upon the slippery reins

She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again.

And still the dark stain spreads between

His shoulder blades.

A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves.

And when the fight was over

We spent what they had made.

But in the bottom of our hearts

We felt the final cut.

“The Final Cut”

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes

I can barely define the shape of this moment in time

And far from flying high in clear blue skies

I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide.

If you negotiate the minefield in the drive

And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes

And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall,

Dial the combination, open the priesthole

And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall.

There's a kid who had a big hallucination

Making love to girls in magazines.

He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith.

Could anybody love him

Or is it just a crazy dream?

And if I show you my dark side

Will you still hold me tonight?

And if I open my heart to you

And show you my weak side

What would you do?

Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?

Would you take the children away

And leave me alone?

And smile in reassurance

As you whisper down the phone?

Would you send me packing?

Or would you take me home?

Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings,

Thought I oughta tear the curtain down.

I held the blade in trembling hands

Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang

I never had the nerve to make the final cut.

"Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen it’s a HaHa!"

“Not Now John”

Fuck all that we've got to get on with these

Gotta compete with the wily Japanese.

There's too many home fires burning

And not enough trees.

So fuck all that

We've go to get on with these.

Can't stop

Lose job

Mind gone

Silicon

What bomb

Get away

Pay day

Make hay

Break down

Need fix

Big six

Clickity click

Hold on

Oh no

Brrrrrrrrrring bingo!

Make 'em laugh.

Make 'em cry.

Make 'em dance in the aisles.

Make 'em pay.

Make 'em stay.

Make ‘em feel ok.

Not nah John

We've got to get on with the film show.

Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow.

Who cares what it's about

As long as the kids go?

Not now John

Got to get on with the show.

Hang on John we've got to get on with this.

I don't know what it is

But it fits on here like.....

Come at the end of the shift

We'll go and get pissed.

But not now John

I've got to get on with this.

Hold on John

I think there's something good on.

I used to read books but.....

It could be the news

Or some other abuse

Or it could be reusable shows.

Fuck all that we've got to get on with these

Got to compete with the wily Japanese.

No need to worry about the Vietnamese.

Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees.

Well, maybe not the Russian Bear

Maybe the Swedes.

We showed Argentina

Now let's go and show these.

Make us feel tough

And wouldn't Maggie be pleased?

Nah nah nah nah nah nah nah!

"s'cusi dove il bar

(What?)

se para collo pou eine toe bar

s'il vous plait ou est le bar

(...say it in English!...)

oi, where's the fucking bar John?

(Oh, now you're talking!)"

Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day

Down!

Go, Maggie!

Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, Hammer, now!

“Two Suns in the Sunset”

In my rear view mirror the sun is going down

Sinking behind bridges in the road

And I think of all the good things

That we have left undone

And I suffer premonitions

Confirm suspicions

Of the holocaust to come.

The wire that holds the cork

That keeps the anger in

Gives way

And suddenly it's day again.

The sun is in the east

Even though the day is done.

Two suns in the sunset

Hmmmmmmmmmm

Could be the human race is run.

Like the moment when the brakes lock

And you slide towards the big truck

"Oh no!"

"[scream] Daddy, Daddy!"

You stretch the frozen moments with your fear.

And you'll never hear their voices

And you'll never see their faces

You have no recourse to the law anymore.

And as the windshield melts

My tears evaporate

Leaving only charcoal to defend.

Finally I understand the feelings of the few.

Ashes and diamonds

Foe and friend

We were all equal in the end.

"...and now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers

spreading from the east ... with an expected high of 4000 degrees

Celsius"

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