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Oh, my God, what a fabulous room
are all these your guitars
this place is bigger than our apartment
um, can I get a drink of water
you want some, huh
oh, wow, look at this tub, do you wanna take a bath
what are you watching
hello…
are you feeling okay?

Day after day, love turns grey
like the skin of a dying man
night after night, we pretend it’s alright
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 comin’ 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
why are you running away

so, so you think you can tell
Heaven from Hell
blue skies from pain
can you tell a green field
from a cold steel rail
a smile from a veil
do you think you can tell
did they get you to trade
your heroes for ghosts
hot ashes for trees
hot air for a cool breeze
cold comfort for change
did you exchange
a walk on part in the war
for a lead role in a cage

how I wish, how I wish you were here
we’re just, two lost souls swimmin’ in a fish bowl
year after year
runnin’ over the same old ground
what have we found?
the same old fears
wish you were here

WAITING

Oh, you cannot reach me now
Oh, no matter how hard you try
Goodbye, cruel world, it’s over.. walk on by

Sitting in a bunker, here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come
In perfect isolation, here behind my wall
Waiting for the worms to come

Will the audience convene at 1:15 outside Brixton Town Hall
Where we will be:

Waiting, to cut out the deadwood
Waiting, to clean up the city
Waiting, to follow the worms
Waiting, to put on a black shirt
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
Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens
Waiting, for the queers and the coons and the reds and the Jews
Waiting, to follow the worms

Would you like to see Britannia rule again, my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms
Would you like to send our coloured cousins home again, my friend
All you have to do is follow the worms

The worms will convene outside Brixton Bus Station
We’ll be moving along at about 12 o’clock down Stockwell Road
Twelve minutes to three, we’ll be moving along Lambeth Road towards Vauxhall Bridge
Now, when we get to the other side of Vauxhall Bridge, we’re in Westminster area
It’s quite possible we may encounter some Jew boys all the way from four to five and take them back by the way we go
And they came out at mid Abbots place and we saw them killed
Millions of gay people screaming MURDER MURDER came all around, AND SHOOT
Remember to make it in the highclock corner or all you are killed
We’re in the door, NOW CLOSE THE DOOR
CLOSE THE DAMN DOOR, THE DOOR, THE DOOR, THE DOOR

HAMMER, HAMMER, HAMMER, HAMMER
HAMMER, HAMMER, HAMMER, HAMMER
HAMMER, HAMMER, HAMMER, HAMMER

STOP!!

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