[Intro]

[heartbeat]

[Spoken: Roger "The Hat" Manifold, David Gilmour, Chris Adamson, Gerry O'Driscoll, Peter Watts, and Clare Torry, Roger Waters]

[Manifold:] It was the most terrifying experience of my life because it was spread over a period of time, man wa'n it? Dig it? I don't know, it was breakdown. That's going mad innit?

[Gilmour:] Good times are passing by, they're carrying on, and will continue to carry on
I don't think rock is dead, no, or dying

[Adamson:] I've been mad for fucking years
Absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks
Been working me buns off for bands
I've been mad for fucking years
Absolutely years, been over the edge for yonks
Been working me buns off for bands
I've been mad for fucking years
Absolutely years...

[Manifold:] So like when I come across death, it'll be a whole new trip, won't it? So like I wount've had it before, so it would be alright! Doesn't bother me in the slightest

[Adamson:] I've been mad for fucking years
Absolutely years...

[Waters:] When the great economic collapse happens, it'll happen right across the board; no I don't think rock and roll will go first, I mean th- the market at the moment in rock and roll is expanding at a phenomenal rate. People are constantly saying, you know, rocks dying...
[Adamson:] I've been mad for fucking years
Absolutely years...

[O'Driscoll:] I've always been mad, I know I've been mad
Like the most of us have
Very hard to explain why you're mad
Even if you're not mad

[Watts/Manifold:] Hahahahahahaha! Hehehehehehehe!

[Waters:]When we were young, we could piss off the boys' bog wall
A black expanse of pitch, or tar, or whatever it was
(Trunks, dripping slowly into the gutter and the floor. Canopy's stretched black...)
It doesn’t matter much anymore
And tussles with the girls before the advent of pubescent
Awe and confusion
(You could- I could- it's invisible...)
Knickers thick, pasty in the roar of adolescence’s dawn
(Trunks, dripping slowly into the gutter and the floor. Canopy's stretched black...)
How innocent and cruel
Ran the gauntlet of first stirrings
In the changing rooms of May
(You could- I could- it's invisible...)
(Trunks, dripping slowly into the gutter and the floor. Canopy's stretched black...)
Where are you now?
Don’t answer that
(You could- I could- it's invisible...)
I’m still ugly, you’re still fat
I’ve still got spots, I’m still afraid
(You could- I could- it's invisible...)
Our parents made us what we are
Or was it God?
Who gives a fuck, it’s never really over!
[Torry:] Ah-ah-ah-ah...