SEVERAL SPECIES OF SMALL FURRYANIMALS GATHERED TOGETHER IN
A CAVE AND GROOVING WITH A PICT

Lyrics - Roger Waters

Music - Roger Waters

Aye an' a bit of Mackeral settler rack and ruin
ran it doon by the haim, 'ma place
well I slapped me and and I slapped in doon in the
side and I cried, cried, cried.
The fear a fallen down taken never back the raize
and then Craig Marion, get out wi'ye
Claymore out mi pocket a' ran doon, doon the
middin stain picking the fiery horde that was
fallen around ma feet.
Never he cried, never shall it ye get me alive ye
rotton hound of the burnie crew .
WelL I snatched fer the blade O my Claynore cut and
thrust and I fell doon before him round his feet.
Aye! A roar he cried frae the bottom of his heart
that I would nay fall but as dead, dead as 'a can
be by his feet, de ya ken?

....and the wind cried back.

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