Steppenwolf - The Wall lyrics

Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket Ritchotte Crossing the line in the dead of night Five years old and on the run This ain't no game, boy, don't make a sound And watch that man with the gun Say a prayer for the ones we leave behind, say a prayer for us all Come take my hand now and hold on tight Take one last look at that wall Think of the shattered lives, think of the broken hearts Think of the battered dreams, of families still torn apart Wall of bitter tears, wall of crying pain Wall of chilling fear, you will never keep me here For I, I shall crawl right down through that wall I will crawl right on through that wall That fateful night I was one that got away, A young and restless renegade Chasing my dreams, still on the run, I had some moments in the sun Years flew by like a speeding bullet train, I sang my songs to one and all Then came the day when I had a chance to pay My respects to the names on that wall I saw the wooden crosses, saw the bloody stains Saw the gruesome pictures of all the ones that died in vain Wall of countless victims, wall of endless shame Had just one thing gone wrong I might have joined that list of names And I cried for all who died there at the wall I recall weeping at the wall "Freedom has many difficulties, and democracy is not perfect, But we've never had to put a wall up to keep our people in… While the wall is the most obvious demonstration of the failures of communism, We take no pride in it…for it is an offense against humanity, separating families, Dividing husbands and wives, brothers and sisters and People who wish to be joined together… All free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of Berlin And therefore, as a free man I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Berliner". (Excerpts from John F. Kennedy speech at the Berlin wall June 26, 1963) Turned on the news in November '89 I could not move, I could not speak Something was burning up in my eyes, Something wet ran down my cheek All those laughing faces, all those tears of joy All those warm embraces of men and women, girls and boys Sisters and brothers dancing, all singing freedom's song God, if only I could be there to shake your hands and sing along Oh I, I would climb right up on that wall And join you all dancing on the wall Standing tall walking on the wall Tear it down, right down to the ground Tear it down, right down to the ground © 1989 Black Leather Music, Inc., (BMI), Michael John Music (BMI), Attlebrat