Roger Waters The Russian Missle... Folded Flags Lyrics

"The Russian Missile"

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"Towers of Faith"

Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith

The prophet reclined
In the Golan Heights

Ohhh, the lonely boys

He said "This land is my land"
To the Shiites

Ooooh, the lonely boys

And Jehova looked up from the sea of Galilee beneath
He said "I see you, you thief!
This land is my land
And this sand is my sand
And this band is my band"

Oh the lonely boys
Lookin' over their shoulder
Checkin out every boulder in the park
Where the gates are closed from hate
After dark

And the Pope rolled up in his armored van
He fell on his knees and kissed the land
He said something t
hat I did not understand
It was in polish
Then up stepped an aide, he said "I will translate
Here is what His Holiness said:
'I am the Chief Jesuit.
This land is Jesus' land.
And that is all
All that there is to it.'"

And in New York City
The business Jim in his mohair suit
In the world trade center
Puffs on his cheroot
And he said
"Well I don't care who owns the desert sands,
My brief
Is with the hydrocarbons underneath"

And the sea of battle rages around the ancient tombs
And mother nature licks her wounds
And the lonely boys locked in their towers of faith
Who are nervous in the park when the gates are closed after dark

Ooooh, the lonely boys
In their towers of faith
Ooooh, the lonely boys
Locked in their towers of faith

"Hilda's Dream"

Radio: "Radio Four, with the news at 1 o'clock this Thursday
lunchtime. The Prime Minister, speaking a few minutes ago in the
House of Commons, has warned that the international situation is
deteriorating rapidly and that war could break out at any time in
the
next two or three days."

Jim: "This is it! This is really it!"

Hilda: "I shouldn't worry too much, it'll probably all blow over."

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"The American Bomber"

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"The Anderson Shelter"

Hilda: "It's funny to think there's no shelters this time. We had an
old Anderson in the garden. I can see it now. We had stertians
growing all over it, and we painted the front green. Painted it
looked quite pretty. Next door grew cabbages on theirs.

Jim: "Yes, we had a Morrison. I used to sleep in it. Mmmm. I stuck
pin-up girls all over the inside. Betty Grabel, Ann Shelton, Patricia
Rock. The roof got all smoky, 'cause I used to read in bed with a
candle."

Hilda: "Yes, it was nice at the war, really. The shelters, the
blackouts, cups of tea..."

Jim: "The A.R.P., the evacuees, London kids seeing cows for the
first time...."

Hilda: "Old Churchill on the wires..."

Jim: "Those were the days."

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"The British Submarine"

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"The Attack"

Radio: "An enemy missile attack has been launched against this
country. It is estimated that the missiles will arrive in
approximately three minutes."
Jim: "God, almighty, there's only three minutes to go!"
Hilda: "Okay, I'll just get the washing in."
Jim: "Shut up! I'm trying to listen!"
Radio: "Stay indoors."
Hilda: "Oh, dear, I've left the oven on."
Jim: "Get in! Get in! Get in!"
Hilda: "The cake will be burned!"

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"The Fallout"

Jim: "Blimey! I...I suppose...that was it."
Hilda: "Wasn't it light?"
Jim: "Yea, terrific. You--you get terrific light with those bombs.
Listen! A dog!"

Hilda: "What does the fallout look like, dear?"

Jim: "Fallout? The government director neglected to mention what it
would look like. I expect it would look a bit like snow does, only
gray. Very quiet. I expect they're all are having a good lie-in
after the bombing."

Hilda: "Terrible smell of burning."
Jim: "Well, yes. Well there's bound to be. That's logical.
.."
Hilda: "It's like...roast meat."
Jim: "Yes, it does. I expect everybody will be having their Sunday
dinner a bit early this week, due to the unexpected circumstances..."

Jim: "A cloud coming up. Looks like rain. We'll be alright for
water now for a while, my dear."
Hilda: "Do you think rainwater is alright to drink?"
Jim: "Well, yes, of course it is. There's nothing purer than
rainwater, is there? Everybody knows that."

Hilda: "Oh, look! My hair's coming out."

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"Hilda's Hair"

Jim: "I shall hear no evil...and thou shalt accompany me all the
days--all the days of my life...uh...lay me down in--in--in green
pastures..I...I don't know anymore..."
Hilda: "That was nice, really. Lay me down in green pastures--"
Jim: "Oooh yes, yes...enter the valley of the shadow of death
Hilda: "no more, now...no more..."

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"Folded Flags"

Rock a bye baby
On the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
And babe, hate to see you fall that way
Better spe
ak to the palace than to be today

Hey Joe, where you goin'
With that gun in your hand?
You can take your revenge
But you'll still feel bad
There must be more to life than lucky strikes
And some unlucky ones
And folded flags and pipes
And drums

I stood in the wings with you
Our lives in the hands of a second-rate actor
Holding the high ground
On some old stage
And babe, how do these cheated stores get so far away
Will they catch you at the bottom

Hey Joe, where you goin'
With that dogma in your head?
You can prove your point,
But your kids will still be dead
Bring down the curtain
The soap opera must surely close
Before the cold wind blows

Hey Joe, where you goin'
with that gun in your hand
You can take your revenge
But you'll still feel bad
Bring down the curtain
The show must close
Before the cold wind blows

So rock a bye baby
On the tree top
When the wind blows
The cradle will rock
There must be more to life than lucky strikes
And some unlucky ones
And folded flags and pipes
And drums