Amused to Death

Doctor, Doctor what is wrong with me

 

It has amused itself to death

This supermarket life is getting long

 

We watched the tragedy unflod

What is the heart life of a colour TV

 

We did as we were told

What is the shelf life of a teenage queen

 

We bought and sold

Ooh western woman

 

It was the greates show on earth

Ooh western girl

 

But then it was over

News hound sniffs the air

 

We oohed and aahed

When Jessica Hahn goes down

 

We drove our racing cars

He latches on to that symbol

 

We ate our last few jars ov caviar

Of detachment

 

And somewhere out in the stars

Attracted by the peeling away of feeling

 

A keen-eyed look-out

The celebrity of the abused shell the belle

 

Spied a flickering light

Ooh western woman

 

Our last hurrah

Ooh western girl

 

And when they found our shadows

And the children on Melrose

 

Grouped 'round the TV sets

Strut their stuff

 

They ran down every lead

Is absolute zero cold enough

 

They repeated every test

And out in the valley warm and clean

 

They checked out all the data in their lists

The little ones sit by their TV screens

 

And then the alien antropologists

No thoughts to think

 

Admitted they were still perplexed

No tears to cry

 

But on eliminating every other reason

All sucked dry

 

For our sad demise

Down to the very last breath

 

They logged the only explanation left

Bartender what is wrong with me

 

This species has amused itself to death

Why am I so out of breath

 

No tears to cry

The captain said excuse me ma'am

 

No feelings left

This species has amused itself to death

 

This species has amused itself to death

Amused itself to death

 

Amused itself to death

   

Roger Waters - Amused to Death - 1992

 

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