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  • 作词 : Roger Waters/David Gilmour
    作曲 : Roger Waters/David Gilmour
    [Verse 1: David Gilmour]
    You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
    You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
    You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
    And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
    You got to strike when the moment is right without thinking
    And after a while, you can work on 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 people that you lie to
    So that whеn they turn their backs on you
    You’ll get thе chance to put the knife in

    [Verse 2: David Gilmour]
    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
    Yeah, 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

    [Instrumental: 03:05 - 06:46]

    [Verse 3: David Gilmour]
    And when you lose 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

    [Interlude: 08:03 - 12:15]
    (Stone, stone, stone...)

    [Verse 4: Roger Waters]
    Got to 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
    Everything's done under the sun
    But you believe at heart everyone's a killer

    [Instrumental: 13:26 - 15:19]

    [Verse 5: Roger Waters]
    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?
    Who was dragged down by the stone?
  • 作词 : Roger Waters/David Gilmour
    作曲 : Roger Waters/David Gilmour
    [Verse 1: David Gilmour]
    You got to be crazy, you gotta have a real need
    You gotta sleep on your toes and when you're on the street
    You got to be able to pick out the easy meat with your eyes closed
    And then moving in silently, down wind and out of sight
    You got to strike when the moment is right without thinking
    And after a while, you can work on 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 people that you lie to
    So that whеn they turn their backs on you
    You’ll get thе chance to put the knife in

    [Verse 2: David Gilmour]
    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
    Yeah, 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

    [Instrumental: 03:05 - 06:46]

    [Verse 3: David Gilmour]
    And when you lose 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

    [Interlude: 08:03 - 12:15]
    (Stone, stone, stone...)

    [Verse 4: Roger Waters]
    Got to 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
    Everything's done under the sun
    But you believe at heart everyone's a killer

    [Instrumental: 13:26 - 15:19]

    [Verse 5: Roger Waters]
    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?
    Who was dragged down by the stone?