THE WALL |
You
better make your face up in Your
favourite 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 When
the cockleshell shatters And
the hammers batter Down
the door You
better run like hell
And
run all night And
keep your dirty feelings deep
inside And if you Take
your girlfriend out
tonight You
better park the car Well
out of sight ' Trying
to pick her locks They
gonna send you back to mother In
a cardboard box You
better run |
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