So ya thought ya might like to go to the show.
To feel the warm thrill of confusion, that space cadet glow.
I got me some bad news for you, Sunshine.
Pink isn't well, he stayed back at the hotel,
And he sent us along as a surrogate band.
We're gonna find out where you fans really stand.
Are there any [bad word] in the theatre tonight?
Get 'em up against the wall. - 'Gainst the wall!
And that one in the spotlight, he don't look right to me.
Get him up against the wall. - 'Gainst the wall!
And that one looks Jewish, and that one's a coon.
Who let all this riffraff into the room?
There's one smoking a joint, and another with spots!
If I had my way I'd have all of you shot.

Переводы песен → p → Pink Floyd [bad word] Like [bad word] 
Pink Floyd [bad word] Like [bad word] текст и перевод песни, lyrics
 
You better make your face up in
Your favourite disguise
With your button down lips
And your roller blind eyes
With your empty smile
And your hungry heart
Feel the bile rising from your guilty past
With your nerves in tatters
As the [bad word] shell shatters
And the hammers batter
Down your door
You [bad word] 
You [bad word] all day
 [bad word] all night
And keep your dirty feelings
Deep inside. And if you're
Taking your girlfriend
Out tonight,
You better park the car
Well out of sight
Cause if they catch you in the back seat
Trying to pick her locks
They're gonna send you back to mother
In a cardboard box
You [bad word] 

Oooo You cannot reach me now,
Oooo No matter how you try.
Goodbye [bad word] world, it's over.
Walk on by.

Sitting in a bunker,
Here behind my wall,
Waiting for the worms [bad word]  ( Worms [bad word]  )
In perfect isolation,
Here behind my wall,
Waiting for the worms [bad word]  ( Worms [bad word]  )

Waiting, to cut out the deadwood.
Waiting, to clean up the city.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Waiting, to put on a black shirt.

Waiting, to weed out the weaklings.
Waiting, to smash in their windows and kick in their doors.
Waiting, for the final solution to strengthen the strain.
Waiting, to follow the worms.
Waiting, to turn on the showers and fire the ovens.
Waiting, for the [bad word] and the coons and the Reds and the Jews.
Waiting, to follow the worms.

Would you like to see Britannia, [bad word] again, my friend?
All you have to do is follow the worms.
Would you like to send our colored cousins,
Home again, my friend?
All you need to do is follow the worms.

Stop!
Стоп!
I wanna go home
Take off this uniform
And leave the show.
But I'm waiting in this cell
Because I have to know.
Have I been guilty all this time?

Prosecutor:
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.

Worm Judge:
Call the schoolmaster!

Teacher:
I always said [bad word] 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.

Convict:
Crazy,
Toys in the attic, I am crazy.
Should I go fishing?
They must have taken my marbles away.

Choir:
Crazy,
Toys in the attic,
He is crazy.

Convict's Wife:
You little [bad word]  you're in it now.
I hope they'll throw away the key.
You should have talked to me
More often than you did,
But no you had to go
Your own way away.
Have you broken any
Homes up lately?
Just five minutes, Worm Your Honour,
Him and me alone.

Convict's Mother:
 [bad word] to mother baby,
Let me hold you in my arms.
M'lud 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.

Convict:
Crazy, over the rainbow I'm crazy.
Bars in the window.
There must have been a door there
In the wall when I came in.

Choir:
Crazy, over the rainbow he is crazy.

Worm Judge:
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
The full penalty of law.
The way you made them suffer,
Your exquisite wife and mother,
Fills me with the urge
To defecate. But, my friend,
You have revealed your
Deepest fear.
I sentence you
To be exposed before
Your peers.

Tear down The Wall!

All alone, or in twos,
The ones who really love you
Walk up and down outside the wall.
Some hand in hand
And some gathered together in bands.
The bleeding hearts and artists
Make their stand.
And when they've given you their all
Some stagger and fall,
After all it's not easy,
Banging your heart
Against some mad buggers'
Wall.