I can’t count how many times I heard this while on acid or stoned in high school and thought that it fit me perfectly . Now, when I listen to it, it really sounds like they’re talking to me.
You gotta keep one eye looking over your shoulder
You know it’s going to get harder, and harder, and harder as you get older
And in the end you’ll pack up and fly down south
Hide your head in the sand,
Just another sad old man
All alone and dying of cancer
And when you loose control, you’ll reap the harvest you have sown
And as the fear grows, the bad blood slows and turns to stone
And it’s too late to lose the weight you used to need to throw around
So have a good drown, as you go down, all alone
Dragged down by the stone (stone, stone, stone, stone, stone)
I gotta admit that I’m a little bit confused
Sometimes it seems to me as if I’m just being used
Gotta stay awake, gotta try and shake off this creeping malaise
If I don’t stand my own ground, how can I find my way out of this maze?
I also was stoned in high school the first time i heard this i really dont miss drugs great song though wish i enjoyed it sober for my first time listening
I loved Pink Floyd when I was a teenager. I was a disaffected white male with socialist tendancies and Roger Waters really spoke to that market for sure. Not dissing it because I still have the wall in vinyl of all things and listen to regularly for nostalgia reasons.
Dogs might be my favorite Pink Floyd tune @77nick77— I used to blast it during my commute to the bank.
It was like the lyrics were about my coworkers— some money-hungry people who would stop at nothing to make sales and drive profit. Gave me a little comfort knowing their fates unbeknownst to them until it was much too late, according to the song .
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