Roger Waters - Picture That Lyrics
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Picture That
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What Are The Lyrics For Picture That By Roger Waters?
Picture yourself as you lean on the port rail
Tossing away your last cigarette Picture your finger pushing the doorbell Picture the skull and crossbones on the doormat Picture yourself on the streets of Laredo Picture the Casbah, picture Japan Picture your kid with his hand on the trigger Picture prosthetics in Afghanistan Picture a courthouse with no fucking laws Picture a cathouse with no fucking whores Picture a shithouse with no fucking drains Picture a leader with no fucking brains No fucking brains, no fucking brains No fucking brains, no fucking brains No fucking brains, no fucking brains No fucking brains, no fucking brains Follow me filming myself at the show On a phone from a seat in the very front row Follow Miss Universe catching some rays Wish You Were Here in Guantanamo Bay Picture a seat on a private plane Picture your feet nailed to the floor Picture a crew who are clearly insane Picture no windows, picture no doors Glued to a screen in the state of Nevada To follow the dream gets harder and harder Picture her wrapping a gift for the wedding Picture her boiling the water for tea Picture the kids climbing into the backseat Picture my hand turning the key Oh, picture that Picture the dog in the pickup ahead Picture the tree at the side of the road Picture my hands growing steadily colder Colder, colder Colder, colder Colder, colder Colder, colder Follow me down to a place by the river Sold for my kidneys, sold for my liver Why so weedy, so fucking needy There's no such thing as being too greedy |
Who Wrote Picture That By Roger Waters?
George Waters
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