Interpret:

Roger Waters

Album:

Amused to Death

Doctor Doctor what is wrong with me 
This supermarket life is getting long 
What is the heart life of a colour TV 
What is the shelf life of a teenage queen 
Ooh western woman 
Ooh western girl 
News hound sniffs the air 
When Jessica Hahn goes down 
He latches on to that symbol 
Of detachment 
Attracted by the peeling away of feeling 
The celebrity of the abused shell, the belle 
Ooh western woman 
Ooh western girl 
And the children of Melrose 
Strut their stuff 
Is absolute zero cold enough 
And out in the valley warm and clean 
The little ones sit by their TV screens 
No thoughts to think 
No tears to cry 
All sucked dry 
Down to the very last breath 
Bartender what is wrong with me 
Why am I so out of breath 
The captain said: "Excuse me ma'am 
This species has amused itself to death" 
Amused itself to death 
Amused itself to death 
We watched the tragedy unfold 
We did as we were told 
We bought and sold 
It was the greatest show on earth 
But then it was over 
We ohhed and aahed 
We drove our racing cars 
We ate our last few jars of caviar 
And somewhere out there in the stars 
A keen-eyed look-out 
Spied a flickering light 
Our last hurrah 
And when they found our shadows 
Grouped around the TV sets 
They ran down every lead 
They repeated every test 
They checked out all the data on their lists 
And then the alien anthropologists 
Admitted they were still perplexed 
But on eliminating every other reason 
For our sad demise 
They logged the only explanation left 
This species has amused itself to death 
No tears to cry 
No feelings left 
This species has amused itself to death