Pink Floyd – Outside the wall

All alone, or in twos,

The ones who really love you

Walk up and down outside the wall.

Some hand in hand

And some gathered together in bands.

The bleeding hearts and artistes

Make their stand.

And when they’ve given you their all

Some stagger and fall, after all it’s not easy

Banging your heart against some mad bugger’s wall.

“Isn’t this where….”