Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Don't think I need anything at all

Is just another day

So ya thought ya

Is there anybody out there?

What have we here, laddie?

Hey, FEMINIST! Leave us kids alone!

I have seen the writing on the wall

It was just before dawn

Is there anybody out there

And kind old King George

In the form of a scroll

All in all you're just another brick in the wall

I hope they throw away the key

The ones who really love you

You better run run, run, run

Outside the wall

Why are you running away

A snapshot in the family album

I cannot put my finger on it now

Of a few hundred ordinary lives

Let him get away with murder

Mother, will she tear your little boy apart

You better make your face up in your favorite disguise

And I don't need no drugs to calm me

When I was a child

- You all right, Tubs? - Yeah. Hurt me knee a bit.

Mother, should I trust the government

I don't need no arms around me

Is this not what you expected to see