button your
lip don't let the shield slip
take a fresh grip
on your bullet proof mask
and if they try
to break down your disguise with their questions
you can hide hide
hide
behind paranoid
eyes
you put on your
brave face and slip over the road for a jar
fixing your grin
as you casually lean on the bar
laughing too loud
at the rest of the world
with the boys
in the crowd
you hide hide
hide
behind petrified
eyes
you believed
in their stories of fame fortune and glory
now you're lost
in a haze of alcohol soft middle age
the pie in the
sky turned out to be miles too high
and you hide hide
hide
behind brown and
mild eyes
© 1983 pink floyd music publishers ltd.
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