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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! |
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Momma loves her baby
And daddy loves you too And the sea may look warm to you babe And the sky may look blue Ooh baby Ooh baby blue Ooh babe If you should go skating On the thin ice of modern life Draggin' 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 |
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Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory A snapshot in the family album Daddy, what else did you leave for me? Daddy, whatcha 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 [Teacher:] "You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!" |
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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 kids. 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 |
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Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory A snapshot in the family album Daddy, what else did you leave for me? Daddy, whatcha 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 [Teacher:] "You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!" |
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Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother do you think they'll like the song Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls Ooooh aah, Mother should I build a wall Mother should I run for president Mother should I trust the government Mother will they put me in the firing line Ooooh aah, is it it just a waste of time Hush now baby don't you cry Mama's gonna make all of 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 will keep baby cosy and warm Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Of course Mama's gonna help build the wall Mother do think she's good enough for me Mother do think she's dangerous to me Mother will she tear your little boy apart Oooh aah, mother will she break my heart Hush now baby, baby don't you cry Mama's gonna check out all your girl friends for you Mama won't let anyone dirty get through Mama's gonna wait up till you come in Mama will always find out where You've been Mamma's gonna keep baby healthy and clean Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh Babe You'll always be a baby to me Mother, did it need to be so high. |
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Oooh, oooh, oooh ooh ooh ooh.
Oooh, oooh, oooh ooh ooh ooh. Di-di-di-didja see the frightened ones? Di-di-di-didja hear the falling bombs? Di-di-di-didja ever wonder why we had to run for shelter when the promise of the brave blew out and fell beneath the clear blue sky? Oooh, oooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh. Di-di-di-didja see the frightened ones? Di-di-di-didja hear the falling bombs? The flames are all long gone, But the pain lingers on. Good bye, blue sky. Good bye, blue sky, goodbye. Goodbye. |
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What shall we use to fill the empty spaces where waves of hunger roar?
Shall we set out across this 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 Raise rats Fill the attic with cash Bury treasure Store up leisure But never relax at all With our backs to the Wall? |
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Day after day
Love turns gray Like the skin on a dying man Night after night We pretend it's all right But I have grown older And you have grown colder And nothing is very much fun, anymore And I can feel One of all 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 TV? Or get between the sheets? Or contemplate the silent freeway? Would you like something to eat? Would you like to learn to fly? 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? |
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Ooooo 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 can you treat me this way? Running away I need you, Babe Why are you running away? [Pink:] "Aaaarrrrggghhh!!" |
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Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory A snapshot in the family album Daddy, what else did you leave for me? Daddy, whatcha 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 [Teacher:] "You! Yes, you! Stand still laddy!" |
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Goodbye cruel world,
I'm leavin' you today. Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye. Goodbye all you people, There's nothin' you can say To make me change my mind. Goodbye |
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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 your 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 |
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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 keeping my shoes on, Got those swollen hand blues, Got thirteen channels of shit on the TV to choose from. I got electric light, and I got second sight. 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 got nicotine stains on my fingers, I got a silver spoon on a chain. Got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains. I got wild staring eyes, And I got a strong urge to fly, But I got nowhere to fly to (fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to, fly to). Oooooh, babe, when I pick up the phone, There's still nobody home. I got a pair of Gohill's boots, And I got fading roots |
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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 |
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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! |
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Hammer, Hammer, Hammer....
Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run You better make your face up In your favorite 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 cockleshell shatters And the hammers batter Down your door You 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 And keep your dirty feelings deep inside And if you're taking your girlfriend out tonight You better park the car well out of sight 'Cause if they catch you in the back seat Trying to pick her locks Gonna send you back to Mother In a cardboard box You better run |
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Hammer, Hammer, Hammer,....
[Pink:] "Einse, svei, drei, alle!" 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 In perfect isolation Here behind my wall Waiting for the worms to come [Man using megaphone:] "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 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, ..." [Man with Megaphone:] "The worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station. We'll be moving along at about 12 o'clock down Stockwell Road .... Abbot's 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 Borough area. It's quite possible we may encounter some ... by the way we go...." |
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