4:58am (Dunroamin, Duncarin, Dunlivin)



Lyrics - Roger Waters

Music - Roger Waters


Hey kid, you looking for a lift?...Get on up here
How's it going good buddy?
I nailed ducks to the wall
Kept my heart in dark ruins
I built bungalows all over the hills
Dunroamin, duncarin, dunlivin
Took my girl to the country
To sleep out under the moon
Next thing she's going crazy
Women are like that kid
what the hell can you do?
She waits for the real Mr.Right to come
Gently removing her heart
With the promises of real communication
I saw a program about that on T.V......
Who's always picking up the tab
Who built a bungalow for his mum and dad
While you were asleep
It was me...I did
I kept you in buttons and bows
Christ all those clothes
So you could encourage this creep
With his real neat feet
And his clean fingernails
With his twinkling eyes
He's a rock standing out in an ocean of doubt

Get movin', get off the road ya Goddam faggot

And compromise
I'd like to go on with this bit of a song
Describing this schmuck
I'd like to go on, but I'm going to throw up

Not in my rig you don't boy...get the hell out of here


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