Roger Waters - The Powers That Be lyrics

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Roger Waters - The Powers That Be lyrics

(The powers that be) (The powers that be) (The powers that be) (The powers that be) (The powers that be) (The powers that be) (The powers that be) (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 (background: 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 You better run Run You better run on home Sisters of mercy better join with your brothers Put a stop to the soap opera right now They say the toothless get ruthless You better run on home (home) You better run Run You better run on home (The powers that be) (The powers that be) (The powers that be) (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 d**h 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 You better run Run You better run on home You better run Run You better run on home You better run Run You better run on home You better run Run You better run on home You better run Run Yeah, you better run on home You better run [Billy:] "Goodnight, Jim." [Jim:] "Goodnight, Billy." [Uncle David's Great Dane:] "Woof, woof, woof!" [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 Main Street But to the rest of the country, it's Sunset Strip You're listening to KAOS in Los Angeles."