Give me some of that Baby, you look so good In nothing but my cowboy hat Moonlight through the window, country on the radio Silhouette, beautiful come a little closer Nothing but my cowboy hat When you're dancing around the bedroom We've been out all

You're not in the room There are no legible signs You wait your turn in the queue You say your sorries and thank you's I don't think you're ever A hundred percent in the room You go on I'll be okay I can dream the rest away It's just a little touch of

Head, cars, bending Drink, fuck, spew Telephone you If you're alone in your room, what's that boy doing? Keep your voice low Stop looking at my friends They get exactly what you say Can we go now? Not staying 'til the end

Why do you assume you’re the smartest in the room? He will never be satisfied I am not throwin’ away my shot Why do you always say what you believe?

Meet the man that made me Greet the can that I came from Oh the fucking sacred heart of Jesus Blew it in the back room Feelin' like a real goon Slam the fuck aside, man I'm on, you're not I am the great big mouth

All in all you're just another brick in the wall We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone All in all it's just another brick in the

Can't you see I'm in recovery? I know you wanna say you're sorry Our room is dark, the blinds are shut tight And everything is still too much outside It may be over but not tonight I may be older but I still cry I can't stop sleeping in your clothes You

Well the music seems do cover Well I turn my back and Go for all the better things in order And all the liquid do the colors Counting all the assholes in the room Well I'm definitely not alone, well I'm not alone You're a liar, you're a cheater, you're

All in all you're just another brick in the wall We don't need no education We don't need no thought control No dark sarcasm in the classroom Teachers leave them kids alone Hey, teachers, leave them kids alone All in all it's just another brick in the

I'm no savior of yours and you're no friend of mine You're no friend of mine These old letters from years ago I felt it was leading to a When I wrote this I may have been finally able to address how it feels Another brick-red room, another black-top town