roger waters
too much rope
When the sleigh is heavy And the timber wolves are getting bold You look at you companions And test the water of their friendship  With your toe They significantly edge Closer to the gold Each man has his price Bob  And yours was pretty low History is short the sun is just a minor star The poor man sells his kidneys In some colonial bazaar  Que sera sera Is that your new Ferrari car Nice but I think I'll wait for the F50 You don't have to be a Jew  To disapprove of murder Tears burn our eyes Moslem or Christian Mullah or Pope Preacher or poet who was it wrote  Give any one species too much rope And they'll fuck it up And last night on TV A Vietnam vet  Takes his beard and his pain And his alienation twenty years Back to Asia again Sees the monsters they made  In formaldehyde floating 'round Meets a gook on a bike A good little tyke A nice enough guy With the same soldier's eyes  Tears burn my eyes What does it mean This tear jerking scene Beamed into my home  That it moves me so much Why all the fuss It's only two humans being It's only two humans being  Tears burn my eyes What does it mean This tender TV This tear jerking scene  Beamed into my home You don't have to be a Jew To disapprove of murder Tears burn in our eyes  Muslim or Christian Mullah or Pope Preacher or poet who was it wrote Give any one species too much rope And they'll fuck it up