Иногда, переслушивая старые песни, я чувствую себя ущербом. Как можно не видеть в них таких гениальных вещей, и домысливать лишь спустя несколько лет ? Вобщем теперь сру кирпичами, а потом построю из них 

Daddy's gone across the ocean,
Leaving just a memory,
A snapshot in the family album.
Daddy, what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, what you leave behind for me?
All in all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was just the bricks in the wall.

We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teacher, leave those kids alone.
Hey, Teacher, leave those kids alone!
All in all it's just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

I don't need no walls 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 any thing at all.
No. Don't think I need anything at all.
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.
All in all it was all just the bricks in the wall.

Да-да, как же все просто! Нет депрессий, пиздецов, несчастных любовей и прочего. Есть только очередные кирпичи в стене.