The Gunner's Dream

A place to stay, enough to eat.
Somewhere, old heroes shuffle safely down the street.
Where you can speak out loud about your doubts and fears
And what's more, no one ever disappears,
You never hear their standard-issue kicking in your door.
You can relax on both sides of the tracks,
And maniacs don't blow holes in bandsmen by remote control.
And everyone has recourse to the law.
And no one kills the children anymore.

No one kills the children anymore.

Night after night, going 'round and 'round my brain
His dream is driving me insane.

(George Roger Waters)