Pink Floyd - Lyrics

You have to be trusted by the people that you lie to,

So that when they turn their backs on you

You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.

You know it's going to get harder, and harder and harder

as you get older.

And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,

Hide your head in the sand,

Just another sad old man,

All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest

you have sown.

And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.

And it's too late to loose the weight you used

to need to throw around.

So have a good drown, as you go down, alone,

Dragged down by the Stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.

Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.

Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.

If I don't stand my own ground,

how can I find my own way out of this maze?

Deaf, dumb and blind, you just keep on pretending

That everyone's expendable and no one has a real friend.

And it seems to you the thing to do

would be to isolate the winner.

And everything's done under the sun,

And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.

Who was trained not to spit in the fan.

Who was told what to do by the man.

Who was broken by trained personnel.

Who was fitted with collar and chain.

Who was given a seat in the stand.

Who was breaking away from the pack.

Who was only a stranger at home.

Who was ground down in the end.

Who was found dead on the phone

Who was dragged down by the stone.

Big man, pig man, ha ha charade you are.

You weel heeled big wheel, ha ha charade you are.

And when your hand is on your heart,

You're nearly a good laugh,

Almost a joker,

With your head down in the pig bin

Saying, "keep on digging."

Pig stain on your fat chin.

What do you hope to find?

When you're down in the pig mine

You're nearly a laugh,

You're nearly a laugh,

But you're really a cry.

Bus stop rat bag, ha ha charade you are.

You fucked up old hag, ha ha charade you are

You radiate cold shafts of broken glass.

You're nearly a good laugh,

Almost worth a quick grin

You like the feel of steel,

You're hot stuff with a hat pin,

And good fun with a hand gun.

You're nearly a laugh,

You're nearly a laugh,

But you're really a cry.

Hey you Whitehouse,

Ha ha charade you are

You house proud town mouse,

Ha ha charade you are

You're trying to keep our feelings off the street

You're nearly a real treat,

All tight lips and cold feet,

And do you feel abused?

You gotta stem the evil tide,

And keep it all on the inside.

Mary you're nearly a treat,

Mary you're nearly a treat

But you're really a cry.

Harmlessly pssing your time in the grassland away,

Only dimly aware of a certain unease in the air.

You better watch out,

There may be dogs about

I've looked over Jordan, and I have seen,

Things are not what they seem.

What do you get for pretending the danger's not real.

Meek and obedient you follow the leader

Down well trodden corridors, into the valley of steel.

What a surprise!

A look of terminal shock in your eyes.

Now things are really what they seem,

No, this is not bad dream.

THE LORD IS MY SHEPHERD. I SHALL NOT WANT

HE MAKES ME DOWN TO LIE

THROUGH PASTURES GREEN HE LEADETH ME THE SILENT WATERS BY.

WITH BRIGHT KNIVES HE RELEASETH MY SOUL

HE MAKETH ME TO HANG ON HOOKS IN HIGH PLACES.

HE CONVERTETH ME TO LAMB CUTLETS.

FOR LO, HE HATH GREAT POWER, AND GREAT HUNGER.

WHEN COMETH THE DAY WE LOWLY ONES

THROUGH QUIET REFLECTION, AND GREAT DEDICATION,

MASTER THE ART OF KARATE.

LO, WE SHALL RISE UP,

AND THEN WE'LL MAKE THE BUGGERS' EYES WATER.

Bleating and babbling I fell on his neck with a scream.

Wave upon wave of demented avengers

March cheerfully out of obscurity into the dream.

Have you heard the news?

The dogs are dead!

You better stay home

And do as you're told.

Get out of the road if you want to grow old.

You know that I care what happens to you,

And I know that you care for me,

So I don't feel alone.

Or the weight of the stone,

Now that I've found somewhere safe

To bury my bone.

And any fool knows a dog needs a home,

A shelter from pigs on the wing.

‘79

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 want to find out what's behind these cold eyes?

You'll just have to claw your way through the

Disguise

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 oooh babe

Oooh 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

Daddy's flown across the ocean

Leaving just a memory

A snap shot in the 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

When we grew up and went to school

There were certain teachers who would

Hurt the children anyway they could

By pouring their derisions

Upon anything we did

And 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

Psychopatic wives would thrash them

Within inches of their lives

We don't need no education

We don't need no thought control

No dark sarcasm in the classroom

Teachers leave the kids alone

Hey, teacher, leave the 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 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

Oooh ma

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

Oooh ma is it just a wasted time

Mother am I really dying

Hush now baby, 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