A floydian War medley
Another Brick In The Wall, Part I
Daddy's flown across the ocean
Leaving just a memory
A snapshot in the family album
Daddy what else did you leave for me
Daddy what d'ya leave behind for me
All in all it was just a brick in the wall
All in all it was just bricks in the wall
Mother
Mother do you think they'll drop the bomb
Mother do you think they'll like this song
Mother do you think they'll try to break my balls
Mother should I build the wall
Mother should I run for president
Mother should I trust the government
Mother will they put me in the firing line
Oooh is it just a waste of time
Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna make all of your nightmares come true
Mama's gonna put all of her fears into you
Mama's gonna keep you right here under her wing
She won't let you fly but she might let you sing
Mama's will keep baby cozy and warm
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
Oooh babe of course Mama's gonna help build the wall
Mother do you think she's good enough? For me
Mother do you think she's dangerous? Tell me
Mother will she tear your little boy apart?
Ooooh Mother will she break my heart?
Hush now baby, baby don't you cry
Mama's gonna check out all your girlfriends for you
Mama won't let anyone dirty get through
Mama's gonna wait up until you get in
Mama will always find out where you've been
Mama's gonna keep baby healthy and clean
Oooh babe
Oooh babe
Oooh babe, you'll always be a baby to me
Mother, did it need to be so high
Goobye Blue Sky
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs
Did, did, did, did you ever wonder
Why we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
Unfurled beneath a clear blue sky
Oooooooooooooooooooooooooooooh
Did, did, did, did you see the frightened ones
Did, did, did, did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone
But the pain lingers on
Goodbye Blue Sky
Goodbye Blue Sky
Goodbye
Goodbye
Bring The Boys Back Home
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don't leave the children on their own, own, own
Bring the boys back home
Waiting For The Worms
Sitting in a bunker here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms, worms to come
In perfect isolation here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms, worms to come
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 to follow 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 coloured cousins
Home again my friend
All you need to do is follow the worms
Stop
Stop
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show
And I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been guilty all this time
the gunners dream
floating down through the clouds
memories come rushing up to meet me now
in the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
i had a dream
i had a dream
goodbye max
goodbye ma
after the service when you're walking slowly to the car
and the silver in her hair shines in the cold november air
you hear the tolling bell
and touch the silk in your lapel
and as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
you take her frail hand
and hold on to the dream
a place to stay
enough to eat
somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
where you can speak out loud
about your doubts and fears
and what's more no-one ever disappears
you never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
you can relax on both sides of the tracks
and maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
and everyone has recourse to the law
and no-one kills the children anymore
and no-one kills the children anymore
night after night
going round and round my brain
his dream is driving me insane
in the corner of some foreign field
the gunner sleeps tonight
what's done is done
we cannot just write off his final scene
take heed of the dream
take heed
Corporal Clegg
Corporal Clegg had a wooden leg
He won it in the war
In nineteen forty four
Corporal Clegg had a medal too
In orange, red and blue
He found it in the zoo
Dear oh dear, oh are they really sad for me?
Dear oh dear, oh will they really laugh at me?
Missus Clegg, you must be proud of him
Missus Clegg, another drop of gin?
Corporal Clegg, umbrella in the rain
He's never been the same
No one is to blame
Corporal Clegg received his medal in a dream
From her Majesty the Queen
His boots were very clean
Missus Clegg, you must be proud of him
Missus Clegg, another drop of gin?
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