All in all it's just another brick in the wall. All in all you're just another brick in the wall. . Just another blunder. Just another lousy call. Just another clap of thunder.
You have a natural tendency. To squeeze off a shot. You're good fun at parties. You wear the right masks. . You're old but you still. Like a laugh in the locker room.
[Woman:] "It's funny to think there's no shelters this time. We had an old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now. We had stertians growing all over it, and we painted the front green. Painted it looked quite pretty. Next door grew cabbages on theirs.".
[Radio:] "An enemy missile attack has been launched against this country. It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in approximately three minutes.".
Two things that have haunted me most are the days when I had to. collect the pay books; and when I left Bill Hubbard in no-man's-land.. "I was picked up and taken into their trench. And I'd no sooner taken.
Note: This song appears to be 3 seconds long. "Zero, Zero, Take Cover.". (Instrumental).
We have forgotten so much since then. The scent of her breath again. Or maybe it's the way that we felt on the phone. Stop looking up to pretend. Everything is still there.
We both had doubts. We both had doubts. I found myself while I was away. All your life, now I understand. So many hours. And no company. But you imagine things.
On my black feet, I. Run with all my heart. To black shores and rivers. In spite of all I fear. . You're too dramatic. I don't understand it. . Don't listen when you're weary, oh but.
When I was just a kid back in Abeline. I had to use a gun, well, for my own sake. I shot a man down when I was just eighteen. From that day they call me Shakey Jake.
Baby, I'm a fixer. Catch me if you can. But you better watch your woman. 'Cause I'm a back door man. Back door man. . Baby, I'm a kickster. In your neighborhood.
Feelin' good, suppose I should. Now that I have seen. I can hear and I can talk. Some people ain't too keen. . They tread on your feet. No conscience can be seen.
Oh, yeah. Ooh, oh, ooh. Ooh, ooh. Oh, yeah. He's a thunderbox, sure. You got your hot pants round your shoulders. Lick your lips and you a fox. Everybody stopped and told us.
What's wrong, dear brother? Have you lost your faith?. Don't you remember a better place?. Needles and things, done you in. Like the setting sun. Oh, dear brother, trouble weighs a ton.
I see you walkin after dark. Trading looks with other men. But Im the only one you need. And I know just where youve been. Oh cant you see the tears I cried.
He gets his information. From overhearing conversations. Doesn't ask questions. Doesn't learn any lessons. . And he keeps his mouth shut. 'Til he bowls over and he blows up.
I wish I could play the violin. I'd play 'til tears roll down your cheek and chin. And if you sang along. We could write the saddest song. . Sometimes I indulge my every whim.
All I can see is as far as my headlights can show me. And all of the roads look the same in each state that I drove in. As I grip the wheel and I drift away.
I am a happy nihilist, no absolute truth does exist. When I decide to shake my fist. I only got myself to blame. Cause we're all players and life's the game.