The Trial - Roger Waters, Tim Curry, Thomas Dolby

Good morning, Worm your honour

The crown will plainly show

The prisoner who now stands before you

Was caught red-handed showing feelings

Showing feelings of an almost human nature

This will not do

Call the schoolmaster!

I always said he’d come to no good

In the end your honour

If they’d let me have my way I could

Have flayed him into shape

But my hands were tied

The bleeding hearts and artists

Let him get away with murder

Let me hammer him today

Crazy

Toys in the attic, I am crazy

Truly gone fishing

They must have taken my marbles away

(Crazy, toys in the attic, he is crazy)

You little shit you’re in it now

I hope they throw away the key

You should have talked to me more often than you did, but no!

You had to go your own way

Have you broken any homes up lately?

«Just five minutes, Worm your honour

Him and me, alone»

Babe

Come to mother baby, let me hold you in my arms

M’lord I never wanted him to get in any trouble

Why’d he ever have to leave me?

Worm, your honour, let me take him home

Crazy

Over the rainbow, I am crazy

Bars in the window

There must have been a door there in the wall

When I came in

(Crazy, over the rainbow, he is crazy)

The evidence before the court is incontrovertible

There’s no need for the jury to retire

In all my years of judging, I have never heard before

Of someone more deserving of the full penalty of law

The way you made them suffer

Your exquisite wife and mother

Fills me with the urge to defecate

(Go on, Judge, shit on him!)

Since, my friend, you have revealed your deepest fear

I sentence you to be exposed before your peers

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!

Tear down the wall!