text: And disciplinary remains mercifully
  Yes and um, I’m with you Derek, this star nonsense
  Yes, yes, now which is it?
  I am sure of it
  So, so you think you can tell
  Heaven from Hell? Blue skies from pain?
  Can you tell a green field from a cold steel rail?
  A smile from a veil? Do you think you can tell?
  Did they get you to trade your heroes for ghosts?
  Hot ashes for trees? Hot air for a cool breeze?
  Cold comfort for change? Did you exchange
  A walk-on part in the war
  For a lead role in a cage?
  How I wish, how I wish you were here
  Were just two lost souls swimming in a fishbowl year after year
  Running over the same old ground, what have we found?
  The same old fears, wish you were here