Parents don't be
too kind to your kids
Or how else will
they grow up to be
Louche Parisian sinners or
Nashville country singers
Singing about the terrible
things their parents did
Lovers don't be sparing
with the truth
Break their hearts
if that's what you must do
Fill them with remorse tinged
with hope of course
And let their baser instincts
pull them through
And though
it seems a little strange to me
People never
really change it seems
And all across America
Waitresses and boys
who play guitar
They fall in love and fall out
the boys have something to
sing about
The girls go drown
their sorrows at the bars
While in front rooms across
the old country
Sat spellbound
in front of their TVs
The younger brothers and sisters
wonder at what they're missing
And wonder how the air tastes
when you're really free
And though it seems
a little strange to me
People never really
change it seems
We're all broken
boys and girls at heart
Come together fall apart
And in Battersea power station
the fisher king
Ponders on his ruin
among many other things
He folds his broken hands
Surveys his barren lands
And prays for hope to
whisper in the wind
We were born without reason
we will die without meaning
And the world will not shrug
all that much at our passing
Yes you can try and try and try
But no one ever makes it out alive
no one ever makes it out alive
All you broken boys and girls
With your tattered flags unfurled
Fix yourselves then
fix the fisher king
All you broken boys and girls
With your tattered flags unfurled
Fix yourselves then
fix the fisher king
All you broken boys and girls
With your tattered flags unfurled
Fix yourselves then
fix the fisher king
Won't you fix yourselves
to fix the fisher king
Won't you fix yourselves
to fix the fisher king