Pink Floyd - Free Four lyrics

The memories of a man in his old age<br>Are the deeds of a man in his prime.<br>You suffle in gloom in the sickroom<br>And talk to yourself till you die.<br>Life is a short, warm moment<br>And death is a long cold rest.<br>You get your chance to try<br>In the twinkling of an eye:<br>Eighty years, with luck, or even less.<br>So all aboard for the american tour,<br>And maybe you'll make it to the top.<br>And mind how you go.<br>I can tell you, because I know.<br>You may find it hard to get off.<br><br>You are the angel of death<br>And I am the dead man's son.<br>And he died like a mole in a fox hole.<br>And everyone is still in the run.<br>And who is the master of fox hounds? <br>And who says the hunt has begun? <br>And who calls the tune in the courtroom? <br>And who beats the funeral drum? <br><br>The memories of a man in his old age<br>Are the deeds of a man in his prime.<br>You suffle in gloom in the sickroom<br>And talk to yourself till you die.