Pink Floyd The Wall Page #2

besides your wife, sir,

to answer?

- Hello?

- This is United States calling.

Are we reaching--

See, he keeps hanging up,

and it's a man answering.

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

Race rats

Fill the attic with cash

Bury treasure

Store up leisure

But never relax at all

With our backs to the wall

I am just a new boy

A 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 woman in this desert land

Make me feel like a real man

Take this rock and roll refugee

Ooh, babe, set me free

Ooooh

I need a dirty woman

Ooooh

I need a dirty girl

Ooooh

I need a dirty woman

Ooooh

I need a dirty girl

Oh, my God.

What a fabulous room.

- Are all these your guitars?

- God.

This place is bigger

than our whole apartment.

- You like the tube, huh?

Can I get a drink of water?

- Can I get you a drink of water?

- Oh, wow, look at this tub!

Wanna take a bath?

- What are you watching?

- Hello? Hello?

- You feeling okay?

Day after day

Love turns grey

Like the skin of a dying man

And 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 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 ya

Would you like to see me try

Would you like to call the cops

- Do you think it's time I stopped

- Next time, f***ers!

Why are you running away

Oooh, 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

Ooh, babe

Why are you running away

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 need anything at all

All and all it was all

just bricks in the wall

All and all you were all

just bricks in the wall

Good-bye, cruel world

I'm leaving you today

Good-bye, good-bye

Good-bye

Good-bye, all you people

There's nothing you can say

To make me change my mind

Good-bye

Is there anybody out there

Is there anybody out there

Is there anybody out there

Is there anybody out there

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

keeping my shoes on

Got those swollen-hand blues

I've got 13 channels of sh*t

on the TV to choose from

I've got electric light

And I've got second sight

I've 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 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 Gohills boots

And I got fading roots

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

Bring the boys back home

- You feeling okay?

Is there anybody out there

- F*** me.

He's gone completely around

the bleedin' twist.

You vicious bastard,

you never did like me, did you?

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

- And get you on your feet again

- The boy's an asthmatic.

- Asthmatic!?

- Relax

- I'll need some information first

- He's an artist!

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

Aaaaah

But you may feel a little sick

Can you stand up

I do believe it's working

- Good

- He's coming around.

-That'll keep you going through the show

-There, you see?

- Come on, it's time to go

- How do you feel?

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

So ya thought ya

Might like to go to the show

To feel the warm thrill

of confusion

That space cadet glow

I got some bad news for you, sunshine

Pink isn 't well

He's, uh, back at the hotel

And they sent us along

as a surrogate band

Now tonight, we 're gonna find out

where you fans really stand

Are there any queers

in the audience tonight

- Get 'em up against the wall

- Against the wall

There's one in the spotlight

he don 't look right

- Have him up against the wall

- Against the wall

And that one looks Jewish

And that one's a coon

Who let all this riffraff

into the room

There's one smoking a joint

And that one's got spots

If I had my way

I'd have all of you shot

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

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