Текст Roger Waters – The Powers That Be

The powers that be
They like a tough game
No rules
Some you win, some you lose

Sisters of mercy better join your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera right now
They say the toothless get ruthless
You better run on home

You better run — run
You better run on home

The powers that be
They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks
They like fear and loathing, they like sheep’s clothing
And blacked-out vans

Blacked-out vans, contingency plans

Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers
Put a stop to the soap opera state
They say the toothless get ruthless
Run home before its too late
You better run — run
You better run on home

Billy
Goodnight, Jim.
Jim
Goodnight, Billy.
Uncle David’s Great Dane
Woof, woof, woof!

The canyon — daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David’s Great Dane

Paraquat Kelly
Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper
and your Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish.
Cynthia Fox
Ohhh! At Sky David’s juke joint of joy reports,
forty under the console giggle stick ling cod,
twenty-three purple perches four sledgehammerhead sharks,
and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red snappers.
Paraquat Kelly
Hey, and that’ll do for the triumphant return
of the fish report with a beat.

Jim
We think of it as mainstreet, but to the rest of the country
it’s Sunset Strip. You’re listening to KAOS in Los Angeles.