All in all you're all just bricks in the wall *Random Pink Floyd-ness in here*

[Lord Dalek]

Take all your overgrown infants away... and build them a home. A LITTLE PLACE OF THEIR OWN! The Fletcher Memorial Home for incurable tyrants and kings.

[Nel]

Overhead the albatross hangs motionless upon the air
And deep beneath the rolling waves
In labyrinths of coral caves
The echo of a distant time
Comes willowing across the sand
And everything is green and submarine

And no-one showed us to the land
And no-one knows the where or whys
But something stirs and something tries
And starts to climb towards the light

Strangers passing in the street
By chance two separate glances meet
And I am you and what I see is me
And do I take you by the hand
And lead you through the land
And help me understand the best I can

And no-one calls us to move on
And no-one forces down our eyes
And no-one speaks and no-one tries
And no-one flies around the sun

Cloudless everyday you fall upon my waking eyes
Inviting and inciting me to rise
And through the window in the wall
Come streaming in on sunlight wings
A million bright ambassadors of morning

And no-one sings me lullabies
And no-one makes me close my eyes
And so I throw the windows wide
And call to you across the sky

[Lord Dalek]

Breath, breath in the air.
Don't be afraid to care.
Leave, but don't leave me.
Look arround, choose your own ground.
For long you'll live and high you fly.
And smiles you'll give and tears you cry.
And all you touch and all all you see
is all your life will ever be.

Run, rabbit run.
Dig that hole, forget the sun.
And when at last the work is done...
done sit down its time to start another one.
For long you'll live and high you fly,
but only if you ride the tide ,
and ballanced on the biggest wave,
you race towards an early grave.

[Hanshotfirst113]

There is no pain, you are receding.
A distant ships smoke on the horizon.
You are only coming through in waves.
Your lips move but I cant hear what you say
When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse,
Out of the corner of my eye.
I turned to look but it was gone.
I cannot put my finger on it now.
The child is grown, the dream is gone.
Now I got that feeling once again.
I cant explain, you would not understand.
This is not how I am.
I have become comfortably numb.

[Lord Dalek]

Welcome my son...
welcome to the machine.
Where have you been?
It's alright we know where you've been
You've been in the pipeline, filling in time,
provided with toys and Scouting for Boys
You bought a guitar to punish your ma,
And you didn't like school,
and you know you're nobody's fool
So welcome to the machine

Wecome my son, welcome to the machine
What did you dream?
It's alright we told you what to dream
You dreamed of a big star, he played a mean guitar
He always ate at the steak bar
He loved to drive in his Jaguar
So welcome to the machine.

[Juu-kuchi]

Mr. Floyd tear down your wall. It only serves to gather the interests of the few at the cost of many and their self-governance.

[Lord Dalek]

Mr. Floyd tear down your wall. It only serves to gather the interests of the few at the cost of many and their self-governance.

All alone or in twos
The ones who really love you walk up and down outside the wall
Some hand in hand
Some gathering together in bands
The bleeding hearts and the hearts
Make their stand
And when they're given you their all
Some stagger and fall as its not easy
Banging your heart against some mad bugger's wall.

[Nel]

It's awfully considerate of you to think of me here
And I'm much obliged to you for making it clear
That I'm not here.

And I never knew the moon could be so big
And I never knew the room could be so blue
And I'm grateful that you threw away my old shoes
And brought me here instead dressed in red
And I'm wondering who could be writing this song.

I don't care if the sun don't shine
And I don't care if nothing is mine
And I don't care if I'm nervous with you
I'll do my loving in the winter.

And the sea isn't green
And I love the queen
And what exactly is a dream
And what exactly is a joke.

[Lord Dalek]

You gotta be crazy, You gotta have a real need.
You gotta sleep on your toes, and when you're on the street,
You gotta be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed.
And then moving in silently, downwind and out of sight,
You gotta strike when the moment is right without thinking

And after a while, you can work points for style.
Like the club tie, and the firm handshake,
A certain look in the eye and an easy smile.
You have to be trusted by the peoplethat you lie to,
So that when they turn their backs to you,
You'll get the chance to put the knife in.

You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder.
You know it's going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you
get older.
And in the end you'll pack up and fly down south,
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man,
All alone and dying of cancer.

And when you loose control, you'll reap the harvest you have sown.
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone.
And it's too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw
around.
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone,
Dragged down by the stone.

I gotta admit that I'm a little bit confused.
Sometimes it seems to me as if I'm just being used.
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise.
If I don't stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this
maze?

Deaf, dumb, and blind, you just keep on pretending
That everyone's expendable and no-one has a real friend.
And it seems to you the thing to do would be to isolate the winner
And everything's done under the sun,
And you believe at heart, everyone's a killer.

Who was born in a house full of pain.
Who was trained not to spit in the fan.
Who was told what to do by the man.
Who was broken by trained personnel.
Who was fitted with collar and chain.
Who was given a pat on the back.
Who was breaking away from the pack.
Who was only a stranger at home.
Who was ground down in the end.
Who was found dead on the phone.
Who was dragged down by the stone.

[Darklordavaitor]

Arnold Layne had a strange hobby
Collecting clothes
Moonshine washing line
They suit him fine
On the wall hung a tall mirror
Distorted view, see through baby blue
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same, takes two to know
Two to know, two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Now he's caught - a nasty sort of person
They gave him time
Doors bang - chain gang - he hates it
Oh, Arnold Layne
It's not the same, takes two to know
Two to know, two to know
Why can't you see?
Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne, Arnold Layne

Don't do it again

Story of my life, ya'll.