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Roger Waters

The Powers That Be

 

The Powers That Be

(album: Radio K.A.O.S. - 1987)


The powers that be
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.

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