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Смотрим и слушаем!What Shall We Do Now



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.