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 I can ease your pain And
One of these days I'm going to cut you into little pieces
Us and them and after all we're only ordinary men me and you God only knows it's not what we would choose to do forward he cried from the rear and the
Into the distance, a ribbon of black stretched to the point of no turning back a flight of fancy on a wind swept field standing alone my sense reeled
Arnold Layne had a strange hobby collecting clothes, moonshine washing lines they suit him fine On the wall hung a tall mirror distorted view, see through
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
It's awfully considerate of you to think of me there and I'm most obliged to you for making it clear that I'm not there and I never knew the room could
Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere And build them a home A lttle place of their own The fletcher memorial home for incurable tyrants and
I've got a bike, you can ride if you like it's got a basket, a bell that rings and things to make it look good I'd give it to you if I could but I borrowed
beyond the horizon of the place we lived when we were young In a world of magnets and miracles our troughts strayed constandly and without boundary The