Roger Waters - Folded Flags текст песни

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 speak 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