Troubled souls unite we got ourselves tonight
I am fuel you are friends we got the means to make amends
I am lost I’m no guide but I’m by your side
I am right by your side

Young lover I stand
It was their idea I proved to be a man
Take my fucking hand
It was their idea I proved to be a man
Will myself to find a home a home within myself
We will find a way we will find our place

Drop the leash drop the leash…
Get outta’ my fuckin’ face

Drop the leash, we are young
Oh, get outta’ my fuckin’ face…
Drop the leash, drop the leash…
Get outta’ my, my…

Delight, delight, delight in our youth…oww…
Get outta’ my fuckin’ face…

“And I am not frightened of dying any time will do I
don’t mind. Why should I be frightened of dying?
There’s no reason for it you’ve gotta go sometime.”

“If you can hear this whispering you are dying.”

“I never said I was frightened of dying.”

(Instrumental)

The black and green scarecrow as everyone knows
Stood with a bird on his hat and straw everywhere.
He didn’t care.
He stood in a field where barley grows.

His head did no thinking
His arms didn’t move except when the wind cut up
Rough and mice ran around on the ground
He stood in a field where barley grows.

The black and green scarecrow is sadder than me
But now he’s resigned to his fate
‘Cause life’s not unkind - he doesn’t mind.
He stood in a field where barley grows.

I want to tell you a story
About a little man
If I can.
A gnome named Grimble Crumble.
And little gnomes stay in their homes.
Eating sleeping drinking their wine.

He wore a scarlet tunic
A blue green hood
It looked quite good.
He had a big adventure
Amidst the grass
Fresh air at last.

Wining dining biding his time.
And then one day hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Oooooooooomray.

Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn’t it good?
Look at the sky, look at the river
Isn’t it good?
Winding, finding places to go.
And then one day - hooray!
Another way for gnomes to say
Oooooooooomray.
Ooooooooooooooomray.

Doctor doctor!
I’m in bed
Achin’ head
Gold is lead
Choke on bread
Underfed
Gold is lead
Jesus bled
Pain is red
Are goon
Grow go
Greasy spoon
You swoon
June bloom

Music seems to help the pain
Seems to cultivate the brain.
Doctor kindly tell your wife that
I’m alive flowers thrive realize realize
Realize.

“I’ve been mad for fucking years absolutely years been
over the edge for yonks been working me buns off for bands…”

“I’ve always been mad I know I’ve been mad like the
most of us…very hard to explain why you’re mad even
if you’re not mad…”

(Instrumental)

Remember when you were young
You shone like the sun.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Now there’s a look in your eyes
Like black holes in the sky.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
You were caught on the crossfire
Of childhood and stardom
Blown on the steel breeze.
Come on you target for faraway laughter
Come on you stranger you legend you martyr and shine!

You reached for the secret too soon,
You cried for the moon.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Threatened by shadows at night,
And exposed in the light.
Shine on you crazy diamond.
Well you wore out your welcome
With random percision,
Rode on the steel breeze.
Come on you raver, you seer of visions,
Come on you painter, you piper, you prisoner, and shine!

The sweet smell of a great sorrow lies over the land
Plumes of smoke rise and merge into the leaden sky:
A man lies and dreams of green fields and rivers
But awakes to a morning with no reason for waking

He’s haunted by the memory of a lost paradise
In his youth or a dream he can’t be precise
He’s chained forever to a world that’s departed
It’s not enough it’s not enough

His blood has frozen & curdled with fright
His knees have trembled & given way in the night
His hand has weakened at the moment of truth
His step has faltered

One world, one soul
Time pass, the river rolls

It’s not enough it’s not enough
His hand has faltered
…. …. ……

And he talks to the river of lost love and dedication
And silent replies that swirl invitation
Flow dark and troubled to an oily sea
A grim intimation of what is to be

There’s an unceasing wind that blows through this night
And there’s dust in my eyes, that blinds my sight
And silence that speaks so much louder that words,
Of promises broken

“Pink Floyd Pink Floyd”

Run Run Run Run Run Run Run Run
Run Run Run Run 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
When the conchshell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down the door.
You’d better run.

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run,

Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run, Run.
You better sleep 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.

“Hey, open up! HaHaHaHaHaaaaaaaaaa!
[sound of car skidding, followed by loud scream]
“Hammer, Hammer”

[female announcer announcing flights at airport including 'Rome']
“Live for today gone tomorrow that’s me HaHaHaaaaaa!”

(Instrumental)