...we came in? ((#Notes|1)) So yaThought yaMight like to go to the showTo feel the warm thrill of confusionThat space cadet glowTell 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?((#Notes|2))You'll just have to claw your way through this((#Notes|3))Disguise Lights!Roll the sound effects!Action!Drop it!Drop it on 'em!Drop it on 'em! ((#Notes|4))

Mamma loves her babyAnd daddy loves you tooAnd the sea may look warm to you babeAnd the sky may look blue But Ooooh babeOoooh baby blueOoooh babe If you should go skatingOn the thin ice of modern lifeDragging behind you the silent reproachOf a million tear stained eyesDon't be surprised, when a crack in the iceAppears under your feetYou slip out of your depth and out of your mindWith your fear, flowing out behind youAs you claw the thin ice

Daddy's flown across the oceanLeaving just a memoryA snap shot in the family albumDaddy what else did you leave for meDaddy what d'ya leave behind for me All in all it was just a brick in the wallAll in all it was all just bricks in the wall

(Spoken) You, yes you. Stand still laddy!((#Notes|1)) When we grew up and went to schoolThere were certain teachers who wouldHurt the children any way they could By pouring their derisionUpon anything we didAnd exposing every weaknessHowever carefully hidden by the kids But in the town it was well knownWhen they got home at night, their fat andPsychopathic wives would thrash themWithin inches of their lives

We don't need no educationWe don't need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeacher leave them kids alone,Hey teacher leave them kids alone All in all it's just another brick in the wallAll in all you're just another brick in the wall((#Notes|1)) We don't need no educationWe don't need no thought controlNo dark sarcasm in the classroomTeachers leave the kids alone,Hey teacher leave us kids alone All in all it's just another brick in the wallAll in all you're just another brick in the wall (Spoken) Wrong! Do it again. Wrong! Do it again.If you don't eat yer meat, you can't have any pudding! How can you have any pudding if you don't eat yer meat?You! Yes, you behind the bike sheds, stand still, laddy!((#Notes|2))

Mother do you think they'll drop the bombMother do you think they'll like the songMother do you think they'll try to break my ballsMother should I build a wall Mother should I run for presidentMother should I trust the governmentMother will they put me in the firing lineIs it just a waste of time Hush now baby baby don't you cryMama's gonna make all of yourNightmares come trueMama's gonna put all of her fears into youMama's gonna keep you right hereUnder her wingShe won't let you fly but she might let you singMama's gonna keep baby cosy and warmOoooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh BabeOf course Mama's gonna help build the wall Mother do you think she's good enoughFor meMother do you think she's dangerousTo meMother will she tear your little boy apartMother will she break my heart Hush now baby, baby don't you cryMama's gonna check out all your girl friends for youMama won't let anyone dirty get throughMama's gonna wait up till you get inMama will always find out whereYou've beenMama's gonna keep baby healthy and cleanOoooh Babe Ooooh Babe Ooooh BabeYou'll always be a baby to me Mother, did it need to be so high.

(Spoken) Look mummy, there's an aeroplane up in the sky.((#Notes|1)) Ooooooooooooooooooh Did did did did you see the frightened onesDid did did did you hear the falling bombsDid did did did you ever wonderWhy we had to run for shelterWhen the promise of a brave new worldUnfurled beneath a clear blue sky Ooooooooooooooooooh Did did did did you see the frightened onesDid did did did you hear the falling bombsThe flames are all long-goneBut the pain lingers on Goodbye blue skyGoodbye blue skyGoodbyeGoodbye (Spoken) The 11:15 from Newcastle is now approaching.The 11:18 arrival....((#Notes|1))

(Spoken backwards) Congratulations, You have just discovered the secret message. Please send your answer to 'Old Pink', Care of the funny farm, Chalfont...(interruption) Roger, Caroline's on the phone... What shall we use to fill the emptySpaces where we used to talkHow shall I fill the final placesHow should I complete the wall((#Notes|1))

I am just a new boyA stranger in this townWhere are all the good timesWho's gonna show this stranger around? Ooooooooh I need a dirty womanOoooooooh I need a dirty girl Will some cold woman in this desert landMake me feel like a real manTake this rock and roll refugeeOooh Babe set me free Ooooooooh I need a dirty womanOoooooooh I need a dirty girl. Ooooooooh I need a dirty womanOoooooooh I need a dirty girl. (Spoken) (Phone rings..Clink of receiver being lifted)Hello..?Yes, a collect call for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.Will you accept the charges from United States?(clunk! of phone being put down)Oh, He hung up! That's your residence, right? I wonder why he hung up? Is there supposed to be someone else there besides your wife there to answer?(Phone rings again...clunk of receiver being picked up)Hello?This is United States calling, are we reaching...(interrupted by phone being put down)See, he keeps hanging up, and it's a man answering.(whirr of connection being closed)((#Notes|1))

(Spoken) Oh my God! What a fabulous room! Are all these your guitars?(Film in background: I'm sorry sir, I didn't mean to startle you!)This place is bigger than our apartment!(Film: Let me know when you're entering a roomYes sir!)Um, Can I get a drink of water?(Film: I was wondering about ...)You want some, huh?(Film: Yes)Oh wow, look at this tub? Do you wanna take bath?(Film: I'll have to find out from Mrs. Bancroft what time she wants to meet us, for her main ...)What are you watching?(Film: If you'll just let me know as soon as you can ... Mrs Bancroft... Mrs Bancroft ...)Hello?(Film: I don't understand ...)Are you feeling okay?((#Notes|1)) Day after day, love turns greyLike the skin of a dying manAnd night after night, we pretend it's all right((#Notes|2))But I have grown older andYou have grown colder andNothing is very much fun anymore. And I can feel one of my turns coming on.I feel, cold as a razor bladeTight as a tourniquetDry as a funeral drum, Run to the bedroom, in the suitcase on the leftYou'll find my favourite axeDon't look so frightenedThis is just a passing phaseOne of my bad days((#Notes|3))Would you like to watch T.V.?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?((#Notes|4))Would you like to see me try? Ooh no((#Notes|5)) Would you like to call the cops?Do you think it's time I stopped?Why are you running away?