PART 1

Daddy's flown across the ocean,
Leaving just a memory.
A snapshot in the family album,
Daddy, what else did you leave for me?
Daddy, What d'ya leave behind for me?
All and all it was just a brick in the wall.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.

Sounds of helicopters.

Shouted from afar{1}:
You! Yes you! Stand still, lady!

Instrumental portion of intro.

PART 2

Chanted:
When we grew up and went to school,
There were certain teachers who would,
Hurt the children any way they could.
By pouring their derision upon anything we did.
Exposing every weakness,
However carefully hidden by the kids.

Manic laughter in the background.

But in the town it was well known,
When they were home at night,
Their fat and psychopathic wives would thrash them,
Within inches of their lives.

Roger Waters screams, then sings:
We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.
Teacher leave them kids alone.
(Hey, teacher, leave the kids alone!)
All in all it's just a-nother brick in the wall.
All in all you're just a-nother brick in the wall.

Sung by children:
We don't need no education.
We don't need no thought control.
No dark sarcasm in the classroom.

Teachers leave those kids alone.
Hey, teacher, leave those kids alone!
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.
All in all you're just another brick in the wall.

Instrumental break featuring guitar solo.

Spoken:
Voice 1 (gradually fading):
Wrong, do it again.
Wrong, do it again.
Wrong, do it again.

Voice 2 begins to speak over
Voice 1's 3rd line (gradually fading):
If you don't eat your meat,
You can't have any pudding.
How can you have any pudding,
If you don't eat your meat?

If you don't eat your meat,
You can't have any pudding.
How can you have any pudding,
If you don't eat your meat?

Voice 3 begins to speak over
Voice 2's 5th line (gradually fading):
You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds,
Stand still, laddie!

You! Yes, you behind the bikesheds,
Stand still, laddie!

Fade to kids yelling and then the electronic
beeps of a European phone ringing.

PART 3

Banging.

I don't need no arms around me.
And I don't need no drugs to calm me.
I have seen the writing on the wall.
Don't think I need anything at all.
No. Don't think I'll need anything at all.
All in all it was all just bricks in the wall.
All in all you were all just bricks in the wall.

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