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Ooooh you cannot reach me now Ooooh no 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 In perfect isolation here behind my wall Waiting for the 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 queers 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.Wearing The Inside Out
From morning to night I stayed out of sight Didn't recognise what I'd become No more than alive I'd barely survive In a word...overrun Won't hear a sound From my mouth I've spent too long On the inside out My skin is cold To the human touch This bleeding heart's Not beating much I murmured a vow of silence and now I don't even hear when I think aloud Extinguished by light I turn on the night Wear its darkness with an empty smile I'm creeping back to life My nervous system all away I'm wearing the inside out Look at him now He's paler somehow But he's coming round He's starting to choke It's been so long since he spoke Well he can have the words right from my mouth And with these words I can see Clear through the clouds that covered me Just give it time then speak my name Now we can hear ourselves again I'm holding out For the day When all the clouds Have blown away I'm with you now Can speak your name Now we can hear Ourselves again He's curled into the corner But still the screen is flickering With an endless stream of garbage to ...curse the place In a sea of random images The self-destructing animal Waiting for the waves to break He's standing on the threshold Caught in fiery anger And hurled into the furnace he'll ...curse the place He's torn in all directions And the screen is still flickering Waiting for the flames to breakWelcome To The Machine
Welcome my son, welcome to the machine Where have you been? It's all right, we know where you've been You've been in the pipe line filling in time Provided with toys and scouting for boys You bought a guitar to punish your ma And you didn't like school And you know you're nobody's fool So welcome to the machine Welcome my son, welcome to the machine What did you dream? It's all right, we told you what to dream You dreamed of a big star He played a mean guitar He always ate in the steak bar He loved to drive in his jaguar So welcome to the machineWhat Do You Want From Me
As you look around this room tonight Settle in your seat and dim the lights Do you want my blood, do you want my tears What do you want What do you want from me Should I sing until I can't sing any more Play these strings until my fingers are raw You're so hard to please What do you want from me Do you think I know something you don't know What do you want from me If I don't promise you the answers would you go What do you want from me Should I stand out in the rain Do you want me to make a daisy chain for you I'm not the one you need What do you want from me You can have anything you want You can drift, you can dream, even walk on water Anything you want You can own everything you see Sell your soul for complete control Is that really what you need You can lose yourself this night See inside there is nothing to hide Turn and face the light What do you want from meWhat Shall We Do Now?
What shall we use to fill the empty spaces Where waves of hunger gnaw Shall we set out across this 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 disease 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 wallWhen The Tigers Broke Free
It was just before dawn One miserable morning in black '44 When the forward commander Was told to sit tight When he asked that his men be withdrawn And the generals gave thanks As the other ranks Held back the enemy tanks for a while And the Anzio bridghead was held for the price Of a few hundred ordinary lives And kind old King George sent mother a note When he heard that father was gone It was, I recall, in the form of a scroll With gold leaf and all And I found it one day In a drawer of old photographs, hidden away And my eyes still grow damp To remember That his majesty signed With his own rubber stamp It was dark all around There was frost in the ground When the tigers broke free And no one survived from the Royal Fusiliers, Company C They were all left behind Most of them dead The rest of them dying And that's how the high command Took my daddy from meWhen You're In
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So, so you think you can tell Heaven from hell, blue skies from pain Can you tell a green field From a cold steel rail, a smile from a veil Do you you think you can tell? And did they get you to trade Your heroes for ghosts, hot ashes for trees, Hot air for a cool breeze, cold comfort for change And did you exchange A walk on part in the war For a lead role in a cage? How I wish, how I wish you were here We're just two lost souls swimming in a fish bowl Year after year Running over the same old ground What have we found? The same old fears Wish you were hereWot's... Uh The Deal
Heaven sent the promised land Looks all right from where I stand 'Cause I'm the man on the outside looking in Waiting on the first step Show me where the key is kept Point me down the right line Because it's time To let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold 'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul And I think I'm growing old Flash the readies Wots..uh the deal? Got to make it to the next meal Try to keep up with the turning of the wheel Mile after mile stone after stone You turn to speak but you're alone Million miles from home you're on your own So let me in from the cold Turn my lead into gold 'Cause there's a chill wind blowin' in my soul And I think I'm growing old Fire bright by candlelight and her by my side And if she prefers we never stir again Someone sent the promised land And I grabbed it with both hands Now I'm the man on the inside looking out Hear me shout Come on in What's the news? where you been? 'Cause there's no wind left in my soul And I've grown old