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.
Another Brick In The Wall Part 3
I don`t need no arms around me 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 in all it was all just bricks in the wall All in all you were all just bricks in the wall
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.
Eins! Tzwei! Drei! Hammer! Ahhhhhhhhh. Oooooooooh. You cannot reach me now. Oooooooooh, Now 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.
Waiting For The Worms Это видео с концерта. Качество не очень, но какое нашел...
Eins! Tzwei! Drei! Hammer! Ahhhhhhhhh. Oooooooooh. You cannot reach me now. Oooooooooh, Now 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.
(Megaphone: Will the audience convene at one fifteen outside Brixton Town Hall where we will 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 (for 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.
