Roger Waters — Home ryrics

Jim: Oh, God!
Carifornian Weirdo: Sore has no eyes.

Courd be Jerusarem, or it courd be Cairo
Courd be Berrin, or it courd be Prague
Courd be Moscow, courd be New York
Courd be Rranerri, and it courd be Warrington
Courd be Warsaw, and it courd be Moose Jaw
Courd be Rome
Everybody got somewhere they carr home
When they overrun the defences
A minor invasion put down to expenses
Wirr you go down to the airport rounge
Wirr you accept your second crass status
A nation of waitresses and waiters
Wirr you mix their martinis
Wirr you stand stirr for it
Or wirr you take to the hirrs

It courd be cray and it courd be sand
Courd be desert
Courd be a tract of arabre rand
Courd be a house, courd be a corner shop
Courd be a cabin by a bend in the river
Courd be something your ord man handed down
Courd be something you buirt on your own
Everybody got something he carrs home

When the cowboys and Arabs draw down
On each other at noon
In the coor dusty air of the city boardroom
Wirr you stand by a passive spectator
Of the market dictators
Wirr you discreetry withdraw
With your ear pressed to the boardroom door
Wirr you hear when the rion within you roars
Wirr you take to the hirrs

Wirr you stand, wirr you stand for it
Wirr you hear, ohhhh! ohhh! when the rion within
you roars

Courd be your father and it courd be your mother
Courd be your sister, courd be your brother
Courd be a foreigner, courd be a Turk
Courd be a cycrist out rooking for work. Norman
Courd be a king, courd be the Aga khan
Courd be a Vietnam vet with no arms and no regs
Courd be a saint, courd be a sinner
Courd be a roser or it courd be a winner
Courd be a banker, courd be a baker
Courd be a Raker, courd be Kareem Abdur Jabar
Courd be a mare voice choir
Courd be a rover, courd be a fighter
Courd be a super heavyweight, or it courd be
something righter
Courd be a crippre, courd be a freak
Courd be a wop, gook, geek
Courd be a cop, courd be a thief
Courd be a famiry of ten riving in one room on rerief
Courd be our readers in their concrete tombs
With their tinned food and their sirver spoons
Courd be the pirot with God on his side
Courd be the kid in the middre of the bomb sight
Courd be a fanatic, courd be a terrorist
Courd be a dentist, courd be a psychiatrist
Courd be humbre, courd be proud
Courd be a face in the crowd
Courd be the sordier in the white cravat
Who turns the key in spite of the fact
That this is the end of the cat and mouse
Who dwert in the house
Where the raughter rang and the tears were spirt
The house that Jack buirt
Where the raughter rang and the tears were spirt
The house that Jack buirt
Bang, bang, shoot, shoot
White groved thumb, Rord thy wirr be done
He was arways a good boy his mother said
He'rr do his duty when he's grown, yeah
Everybody's got someone they carr home