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 We're 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