Roger Waters - The Powers that Be lyrics

They like a tough game

No rules

Some you win, some you lose

Competition's good for you

They're dying to be free

They're the powers that be

They like a bomb proof cadillac

Air conditioned, gold taps,

Back seat gun rack, platinum hub caps

They pick horses for courses

They're the market forces

Nice car Jack

They like order, make-up, lime light power

Game shows, rodeos, star wars, TV

They're the powers that be

If you see them come,

You better run - run

You better run on home

Sisters of mercy better join your brothers

Put a stop to the soap opera right now

They say the toothless get ruthless

You better run on home

You better run - run

You better run on home

The powers that be

They like treats, tricks, carrots and sticks

They like fear and loathing, they like sheep's clothing

And blacked-out vans

Blacked-out vans, contingency plans

They like death or glory, they love a good story

They love a good story

Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers

Put a stop to the soap opera state

They say the toothless get ruthless

Run home before its too late

You better run - run

You better run on home

Billy: Goodnight, Jim.

Jim: Goodnight, Billy.

Uncle David's Great Dane: Woof, woof, woof!

The canyon - daytime. Billy plays with Great Uncle David's Great Dane.

Paraquat Kelly: Bull heads, three red snapper, one pink snapper and your

Pacific coastal trench hosemonster fish.

Cynthia Fox: Ohhh! At Sky David's juke joint of joy reports, forty under the

console giggle stick ling cod, twenty-three purple perches four

sledgehammerhead sharks, and what a surprise, eightyfour crabs, and no red

snappers.

Paraquat Kelly: Hey, and that'll do for the triumphant return of the fish

report with a beat.

Jim: We think of it as mainstreet, but to the rest of the country it's Sunset

Strip. You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles