Pink Floyd The Wall Page #2

whose length is one furlong...

and whose width is one chain.

Mother, do you think

they'll drop the bomb

Mother, do you think

they'll like the 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

Mother, am I really dying

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 gonna keep baby cozy and warm

Ooooh, babe

Ooooh, babe

Ooh, babe, of course

Mama 's gonna help build the wall

Hello. Hello.

Is there anybody in there?

Do you remember me?

I'm the one

from the Registry Office.

Mother, do you think

she's good enough

For me

And, Mother

do you think she 's dangerous

To me

Mother, will she tear

your little boy apart

Ooooh, Ma

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

Ooh, babe

You'll always be baby to me

Mother, did it need to be so high

- Hello?

- Yes, a collect call...

for Mrs. Floyd from Mr. Floyd.

Will you accept the charge

from the United States?

I wonder why he hung up. Is there

supposed to be someone else there...

besides your wife, sir,

to answer?

- Hello?

- This is United States calling.

Are we reaching--

See, he keeps hanging up,

and it's a man answering.

What shall we use

To fill

The empty spaces

Where waves

Of hunger

Roar

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 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

I am just a new boy

A stranger in this town

Where are all the good times

Who 's gonna show this stranger around

Ooooh

I need a dirty woman

Ooooh

I need a dirty girl

Will some woman in this desert land

Make me feel like a real man

Take this rock and roll refugee

Ooh, babe, set me free

Ooooh

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