В колонках играет - Pink Floyd - The WallНастроение сейчас - смутные дниWhen 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
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
What shall we use
To fill the empty spaces where waves of hunger roar
Shall we set out across this sea of faces ln 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
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
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
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