THE FINAL CUT


THE POST WAR DREAM
[ Waters ]

- ...announced plans to build a nuclear fallout shelter at Peterborough in Cambridgeshire...
- ...three high court judges have cleared the way...
- It was announced today, that the replacement for the Atlantic Conveyor the container ship
Lost in the Falklands conflict would be built in Japan, a spokesman for...
- ...moving in. They say the third world countries, like Bolivia
Which produce the drug are suffering from rising violence...


Tell me true, tell me why was Jesus crucified
Is it for this that Daddy died?
Was it for you? Was it me?
Did I watch too much TV?
Is that a hint of accusation in your eyes?
If it wasn't for the nips
Being so good at building ships
The yards would still be open on the Clyde
And it can't be much fun for them
Beneath the rising sun
With all their kids committing suicide
What have we done? Maggie, what have we done?
What have we done to England?
Should we shout, should we scream?
What happened to the post war dream?
Oh Maggie, Maggie what have we done?



YOUR POSSIBLE PASTS

[ Waters ]

They flutter behind you your possible pasts
Some bright-eyed and crazy, some frightened and lost
A warning to anyone still in command

- Take cover!

Of their possible future, to take care
In derelict sidings the poppies entwine
With cattle trucks lying in wait for the next time
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
She stood in the doorway, the ghost of a smile
Haunting her face like a cheap hotel sign
Her cold eyes imploring the men in their macs
For the gold in their bags or the knives in their backs
Stepping up boldly one put out his hand
He said, I was just a child then, now I'm only a man...
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Do you think we should be closer?
By the cold and religious we were taken in hand
Shown how to feel good and told to feel bad
Tongue tied and terrified we learned how to pray
Now our feelings run deep and cold as the clay

And strung out behind us the banners and flags
Of our possible pasts lie in tatters and rags
Do you remember me? How we used to be?
Don't you think we should be closer?



ONE OF THE FEW
[ Waters ]

When you're one of the few to land on your feet
What do you do to make end's meet?
Teach
Make them mad, make them sad, make them add two and two
Make them me, make them you, make them do what you want them to
Make them laugh, make them cry, make them lie down and die



THE HERO'S RETURN
[ Waters ]

Jesus, Jesus, what's it all about?
Trying to clout these little ingrates into shape
When I was their age all the lights went out
There was no time to whine or mope about
And even now part of me flies over
Dresden at angels one five
Though they'll never fathom it behind my
Sarcasm desperate memories lie
Sweetheart sweetheart are you fast asleep?
Good 'cause that's the only time that I can really speak to you
And there is something that I've locked away
A memory that is too painful
To withstand the light of day
When we came back from the war the banners
And flags hung on everyone's door
We danced and we sang in the street
Tnd the church bells rang
But burning in my heart
My memory smolders on
Of the gunner's dying words on the intercom

 

THE GUNNER'S DREAM
[ Waters ]

Floating down through the clouds
Memories come rushing up to meet me now
In the space between the heavens
and in the corner of some foreign field
I had a dream
I had a dream
Goodbye Max
Goodbye Ma
After the service when you're walking slowly to the car
And the silver in her hair shines in the cold November air
You hear the tolling bell
And touch the silk in your lapel
And as the tear drops rise to meet the comfort of the band
You take her frail hand
And hold on to the dream
A place to stay

- Oi! A real one...

Enough to eat
Somewhere old heroes shuffle safely down the street
Where you can speak out loud
About your doubts and fears
And what's more no-one ever disappears
You never hear their standard issue kicking in your door
You can relax on both sides of the tracks
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control
And everyone has recourse to the law
And no-one kills the children anymore
No one kills the children anymore
Night after night
Going round and round my brain
His dream is driving me insane
In the corner of some foreign field
The gunner sleeps tonight
What's done is done
We cannot just write off his final scene
Take heed of his dream
Take heed



PARANOID EYES
[ Waters ]

Button your lip. Don't let the shield slip
Take a fresh grip on your bullet proof mask
And if they try to break down your disguise with their questions
You can hide, hide, hide...

- I'll tell you what, I'll give you three blacks and play you for five...
- Ta! You was unlucky there, son
- Time, gentleman!


Behind paranoid eyes
You put on our brave face and slip over the road for a jar
Fixing your grin as you casually lean on the bar
Laughing too loud at the rest of the world
With the boys in the crowd
You hide, hide, hide...
Behind petrified eyes
You believed in their stories of fame, fortune and glory
Now you're lost in a haze of alcohol soft middle age
The pie in the sky turned out to be miles too high
And you hide, hide, hide...
Behind brown and mild eyes



GET YOUR FILTHY HANDS OFF MY DESERT
[ Waters ]

-Oi! Get your filthy hands off my desert!
-What 'e say?


Brezhnev took Afghanistan
Begin took Beirut
Galtieri took the Union Jack
And Maggie, over lunch one day
Took a cruiser with all hands
Apparently, to make him give it back



THE FLETCHER MEMORIAL HOME
[ Waters ]

Take all your overgrown infants away somewhere
And build them a home
A little place of their own
The Fletcher Memorial Home for Incurable tyrants and kings
They can appear to themselves every day
On closed circuit TV
To make sure they're still real
It's the only connection they feel

- Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome
Reagan and Haig, Mr. Begin and friend
Mrs. Thatcher and Paisly
Mr. Brezhnev and party
The ghost of McCarthy
And the memories of Nixon
And now adding colour a group of anonymous
Latin-American meat packing glitterati


Did they expect us to treat them with any respect?
They can polish their medals and sharpen their smiles
And abuse themselves playing games for a while
Boom, boom, bang bang, lie down you're dead
Safe in the permanent gaze of a cold glass eye
Their favorite toy
They'll be good girls and boys
In the Fletcher Memorial Home for colonial wasters of life and limb
Is everyone in?
Are you having a nice time?
Now the final solution can be applied



SOUTHAMPTON DOCK
[ Waters ]

They disembarked in fourty-five
And no-one spoke and no-one smiled
There were to many spaces in the line
Gathered at the cenotaph
All agreed with the hand on heart
To sheath the sacrificial Knifes
But now
She stands upon Southampton dock
With her handkerchief
And her summer frock clings
To her wet body in the rain
In quiet desperation knuckles
White upon the slippery reins
She bravely waves the boys Goodbye again
And still the dark stain spreads between
His shoulder blades
A mute reminder of the poppy fields and graves
And when the fight was over
We spent what they had made
But in the bottom of our hearts
We felt the final cut



THE FINAL CUT
[ Waters ]

Through the fish-eyed lens of tear stained eyes
I can barely define the shape of this moment in time
And far from flying high in clear blue skies
I'm spiraling down to the hole in the ground where I hide
If you negotiate the minefield in the drive
And beat the dogs and cheat the cold electronic eyes
And if you make it past the shotgun in the hall
Dial the combination, open the priesthole
And if I'm in I'll tell you what's behind the wall
There's a kid who had a big hallucination
Making love to girls in magazines
He wonders if you're sleeping with your new found faith
Could anybody love him
Or is it just a crazy dream?
And if I show you my dark side
Will you still hold me tonight?
And if I open my heart to you
And show you my weak side
What would you do?
Would you sell your story to Rolling Stone?
Would you take the children away
And leave me alone?
And smile in reassurance
As you whisper down the phone?
Would you send me packing?
Or would you take me home?
Thought I oughta bare my naked feelings
Thought I oughta tear the curtain down
I held the blade in trembling hands
Prepared to make it but just then the phone rang
I never had the nerve to make the final cut

- Hello? Listen, I think I've got it. Okay, listen it's a "Ha-Ha!"



NOT NOW JOHN
[ Waters ]

Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
Gotta compete with the wily Japanese
There's too many home fires burning
And not enough trees
So fuck all that
We've go to get on with these
Can't stop
Lose job
Mind gone
Silicon
What bomb
Get away
Pay day
Make hay
Break down
Need fix
Big six
Clickity click
Hold on
Oh no
Bring bingo!
Make 'em laugh
Make 'em cry
Make 'em dance in the aisles
Make 'em pay
Make 'em stay
Make'em feel ok
Not now John
We've got to get on with the film show
Hollywood waits at the end of the rainbow
Who cares what it's about
As long as the kids go?
Not now John
Got to get on with the show
Hang on John we've got to get on with this
I don't know what it is
But it fits on here like...
Come at the end of the shift
We'll go and get pissed
But now now John
I've got to get on with this
Hold on John
I think there's something good on
I used to read books but...
It could be the news
Or some other abuse
Or it could be reusable shows
Fuck all that we've got to get on with these
Got to compete with the wily Japanese
No need to worry about the Vietnamese
Got to bring the Russian Bear to his knees
Well, maybe not the Russian Bear
Maybe the Swedes
We showed Argentina
Now let's go and show these
Make us feel tough
And wouldn't Maggie be pleased?
Nah nah nah nah nah nah!
Nah nah nah nah nah nah!
One, two, three, four
One! Two! Three! Four!
S'cusi dove il bar
What?
Se para collo pou eine toe bar?
S'il vous plait ou est le bar?
Say it in English!
Oi, where's the fucking bar John?
Oh, now you're talking!
Oh! Rule Britannia! Britannia rules the day
Down!
Go, Maggie!
Hammer! Hammer! Hammer! Hammer, now!



TWO SUNS IN THE SUNSET
[ Waters ]

In my rear view mirror the sun is going down
Sinking behind bridges in the road
And I think of all the good things
That we have left undone
And I suffer premonitions
Confirm suspicions
Of the holocaust to come
The rusty wire that holds the cork
That keeps the anger in
Gives way
And suddenly it's day again
The sun is in the east
Even though the day is done
Two suns in the sunset
Hmmm...
Could be the human race is run
Like the moment when the brakes lock
And you slide towards the big truck

- Oh no!
- Daddy, Daddy!


You stretch the frozen moments with your fear
And you'll never hear their voices
And you'll never see their faces
You have no recourse to the law anymore
And as the windshield melts
My tears evaporate
Leaving only charcoal to defend
Finally I understand the feelings of the few
Ashes and diamonds
Foe and friend
We will all equal in the end

- And now the weather. Tomorrow will be cloudy with scattered showers Spreading from the east...
With an expected high of 4000 degrees Celsius