Christmas comes but once a year
For every girl and boy
The laughter and the joy
They find in each new toy
I'll tell you of a little boy
Who lives across the way
This little fella 's Christmas
Is just another day
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his men be withdrawn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 bridgehead
Was held for the price
Of a few hundred ordinary lives
He's the little boy
That Santa Claus forgot
And Goodness knows
He didn 't want a lot
He sent a note to Santa
For some soldiers and a drum
It broke his little heart
When he found Santa hadn't come
In the street he envies
All those lucky boys
So ya thought ya
Might like to
Go to the show
To feel the warm thrill
of confusion
That space cadet glow
Tell me, is something
eluding you, sunshine
Is this not what
you expected to see
If you wanna find out
what's behind these cold eyes
You'll just have to
claw your way through this disguise
Mama loves her baby
And Daddy loves you too
And the sea may look
warm to you, babe
And the sky may look blue
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, babe
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Baby blue
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ooh, ooh, babe
If you should go skating
On the thin ice of modern life
Dragging behind you
The silent reproach
Of a million tear-stained eyes
Don 't be surprised
When a crack in the ice
Appears under your feet
You slip out of your depth
and out of your mind
With you fear
flowing out behind you
As you claw the thin ice
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 all
just bricks in the wall
Easy. Be careful.
- What?
- Will you put me on there?
- Well, where's your mother, then?
- She's gone to the shops.
Yes, all right.
How's that then? Enjoying it?
Lovely, lovely.
Now off you go.
Go on.
Now what have I told you about this?
What have I told you?
Go on, go on now. Sling your hook.
Go on. Sling your hook.
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
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
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 me
Did you see the frightened ones
Did you hear the falling bombs
Did you ever wonder why
we had to run for shelter
When the promise of a brave new world
unfurled beneath the clear blue sky
Did you see the frightened ones
Did you hear the falling bombs
The flames are all long gone
but the pain lingers on
Good-bye
Blue sky
Good-bye, blue sky
Good-bye
Good-bye
Wait for me, Pinky,
you rotten bleeder.
- They're my bullets, ain't they?
- I don't know.
Come on, Tubs.
It's great down in the tunnel.
Don't you think
it'd be dangerous, Pinky?
No. Don't be daft.
- You all right, Tubs?
- Yeah. Hurt me knee a bit.
- Come on.
- Na. It's too dangerous.
- We'll wait for the train.
- Give me the torch.
Pinky! Here comes the train !
Get off the line,
you bloody idiot! Here it comes!
Pinky, get off the line!
Here it comes!
Pinky, get off the line!
You !
You! Yes, you !
Stand still, laddie!
When we grew up and went to school
There were certain teachers who would
hurt the children anyway they could
By pouring their derision
upon anything we did
Exposing every weakness
However carefully hidden
by the kids
What have we here, laddie?
Mysterious scribblings?
A secret code?
No. Poems, no less.
Poems, everybody!
The lad here reckons himself
a poet.
"Money, get back.
I'm all right, Jack.
Keep your hands
off my stack.
New car, caviar,
four-star daydream.
Think I'll buy me
a football team."
Absolute rubbish, laddie!
Get on with your work.
Repeat after me:
An acre is the area
of a rectangle...
whose length is one furlong...
and whose width is one chain.
But in this town it was well known
When they got home at night
their fat and psychopathic wives
Would thrash them
within inches of their lives
We don 't need no education
We don't need no thought control
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Teacher, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave them kids alone
All in all it's just
another brick in the wall
Wrong! Do it again !
All in all you're just
another brick in the wall
We don 't need no education
If you don't eat your meat,
you can't have any pudding!
We don't need no thought control
How can you have any pudding
if you don't eat your meat?
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
You ! Yes, you, laddie!
Poems, everybody.
The lad here reckons himself a poet.
Teachers, leave them kids alone
Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone
All in all you're just
another brick in the wall
All in all you're just
another brick in the wall
We don 't need no education
No dark sarcasm in the classroom
Again. An acre is the area
of a rectangle...
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
I need a dirty woman
Ooooh
I need a dirty girl
Ooooh
I need a dirty woman
Ooooh
I need a dirty girl
Oh, my God.
What a fabulous room.
- Are all these your guitars?
- God.
This place is bigger
than our whole apartment.
- You like the tube, huh?
Can I get a drink of water?
- Can I get you a drink of water?
- Oh, wow, look at this tub!
Wanna take a bath?
- What are you watching?
- Hello? Hello?
- You feeling okay?
Day after day
Love turns grey
Like the skin of a dying man
And night after night
We pretend it's all right
But I have grown older
And you have grown colder
And nothing is very much fun anymore
And I can feel
One of my turns coming on
I
Feel
Cold as a razor blade
Tight as a tourniquet
Dry as a funeral drum
Run to the bedroom
In the suitcase on the left
you'll find my favorite axe
Don 't look so frightened
This is just a passing phase
One of my bad days
Would you like to watch TV
Or get between the sheets
Or contemplate the silent freeway
Would you like something to eat
Would you like to learn to fly
Would ya
Would you like to see me try
Would you like to call the cops
- Do you think it's time I stopped
- Next time, fuckers!
Why are you running away
Oooh, babe
Don 't leave me now
How could you go
When you know how I need you
To beat to a pulp
on a Saturday night
Oh, babe
Don 't leave me now
How can you treat me this way
Running away
Ooh, babe
Why are you running away
Oooh, babe
Oooh, babe
I don 't need no arms around me
And I don't need
no drugs to calm me
I have seen the writing on the wall
Don 't think I need anything at all
No
Don't think I need anything at all
All and all it was all
just bricks in the wall
All and all you were all
just bricks in the wall
Good-bye, cruel world
I'm leaving you today
Good-bye, good-bye
Good-bye
Good-bye, all you people
There's nothing you can say
To make me change my mind
Good-bye
Is there anybody out there
Is there anybody out there
Is there anybody out there
Is there anybody out there
I've got a little black book
with my poems in
Got a bag with a toothbrush
and a comb in
When I'm a good dog
they sometimes throw me a bone in
I got elastic bands
keeping my shoes on
Got those swollen-hand blues
I've got 13 channels of shit
on the TV to choose from
I've got electric light
And I've got second sight
I've got amazing powers
of observation
And that is how I know
When I try to get through
On the telephone to you
- There 'll be nobody home
- I got the obligatory Hendrix perm
And the inevitable pinhole burns
All down the front
of my favorite satin shirt
I've got nicotine stains
on my fingers
I've got a silver spoon on a chain
Got a grand piano
to prop up my mortal remains
I got wild staring eyes
And I got a strong urge to fly
But I got nowhere to fly to
Oooh, babe
When I pick up the phone
There's still nobody home
I've got a pair of Gohills boots
And I got fading roots
Does anybody here
remember Vera Lynn
Remember how she said
That we would meet again
Some sunny day
Vera
Vera
What has become of you
Does anybody else in here
Feel the way I do
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
Don 't leave the children
On their own, no, no
Bring the boys back home
Bring the boys back home
- You feeling okay?
Is there anybody out there
- Fuck me.
He's gone completely around
the bleedin' twist.
You vicious bastard,
you never did like me, did you?
Hello
Is there anybody in there
Just nod if you can hear me
Is there anyone at home
Come on, now
I hear you're feeling down
Well, I can ease your pain
- And get you on your feet again
- The boy's an asthmatic.
- Asthmatic!?
- Relax
- I'll need some information first
- He's an artist!
Just the basic facts
Can you show me where it hurts
There is no pain
you are receding
A distant ship smoke
on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I had a fever
My hands felt just like two balloons
Now I've got that feeling once again
I can 't explain
you would not understand
This is not how I am
I
Have become comfortably numb
I
Have become comfortably numb
Okay
Just a little pinprick
There'll be no more
Aaaaah
But you may feel a little sick
Can you stand up
I do believe it's working
- Good
- He's coming around.
-That'll keep you going through the show
-There, you see?
- Come on, it's time to go
- How do you feel?
There is no pain
you are receding
A distant ship smoke
on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move
But I can't hear what you're saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look
but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I
Have become comfortably numb
So ya thought ya
Might like to go to the show
To feel the warm thrill
of confusion
That space cadet glow
I got some bad news for you, sunshine
Pink isn 't well
He's, uh, back at the hotel
And they sent us along
as a surrogate band
Now tonight, we 're gonna find out
where you fans really stand
Are there any queers
in the audience tonight
- Get 'em up against the wall
- Against the wall
There's one in the spotlight
he don 't look right
- Have him up against the wall
- Against the wall
And that one looks Jewish
And that one's a coon
Who let all this riffraff
into the room
There's one smoking a joint
And that one's got spots
If I had my way
I'd have all of you shot
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better make your face up
in your favorite disguise
With your button-down lips
and your roller-blind eyes
With your empty smile
and your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising
from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
as the cockleshell shatters
And the hammers batter down your door
You better run
run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
Run, run, run, run
You better run all day
and run all night
Keep your dirty feelings deep inside
And if you're taking
your girlfriend out tonight
You'd better park the car
well out of sight
'Cause if they catch you in
the back seat trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to Mother
in a cardboard box
You better run
You cannot reach me now
No matter how you try
Good-bye, cruel world
It's over
Walk on by
Waiting
- To cut out the dead wood
- 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
- Would you like to see
- Would you like to see
Britannia rule again
My friend
All you need to do
is follow the worms
Hammer! Hammer!
Hammer! Hammer!
Hammer! Hammer! Hammer!
Stop!
Stop.
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
and leave the show
But I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know
Have I been
Have I been guilty all this time
Good morning, Worm, Your Honor
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings
Showing feelings
of an almost human nature
This will not do
Call the schoolmaster
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end, Your Honor
If they'd let me have my way
I could have flayed him into shape
But my hands were tied
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder
Let me hammer him today
Crazy
Toys in the attic
I am crazy
Truly gone fishing
They must have taken my marbles away
Crazy
Toys in the attic
He is crazy
You little shit
You're in it now
I hope they throw away the key
You should've talked to me
more often than you did
But no
You had to go your own way
Have you broken
any homes up lately
Just five minutes, Worm, Your Honor
Him and me alone
Babe
Come to Mother, baby
Let me hold you in my arms
M'lud, I never wanted him
to get in any trouble
Why'd he ever have to leave me
Worm, Your Honor
let me take him home
Crazy
Over the rainbow
I'm crazy
Bars in the window
There must have been a door there
in the wall
- When I came in
- Crazy
Over the rainbow
He is crazy
The evidence before the court
is incontrovertible
There 's no need
for the jury to retire
In all my years of judging
I have never heard before
Of someone more deserving
The full penalty of law
The way you made them suffer
Your exquisite wife and mother
Fills me with the urge to defecate
Since, my friend
you have revealed your deepest fear
I sentence you to be exposed
Before your peers
Tear down the wall
Tear down the wall
All alone
Or in two's
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down
Outside the wall
Some hand in hand
Some gathered together in bands
The bleeding hearts
and the artists
Make their stand
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall
After all, it's not easy
Banging your heart
Against some mad bugger's wall
When they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall
After all, it's not easy