Steppenwolf - The Wall Lyrics
Words and music by John Kay, Michael Wilk and Rocket RitchotteCrossing the line in the dead of nightFive years old and on the runThis ain't no game, boy, don't make a soundAnd watch that man with the gunSay a prayer for the ones we leave behind, say a prayer for us allCome take my hand now and hold on tightTake one last look at that wallThink of the shattered lives, think of the broken heartsThink of the battered dreams, of families still torn apartWall of bitter tears, wall of crying painWall of chilling fear, you will never keep me hereFor I, I shall crawl right down through that wallI will crawl right on through that wallThat fateful night I was one that got away,A young and restless renegadeChasing my dreams, still on the run,I had some moments in the sunYears flew by like a speeding bullet train, I sang my songs to one and allThen came the day when I had a chance to payMy respects to the names on that wallI saw the wooden crosses, saw the bloody stainsSaw the gruesome pictures of all the ones that died in vainWall of countless victims, wall of endless shameHad just one thing gone wrong I might have joined that list of namesAnd I cried for all who died there at the wallI recall weeping at the wall"Freedom has many difficulties, and democracy is not perfect,But we've never had to put a wall up to keep our people inWhile the wall is the most obvious demonstration of the failures of communism,We take no pride in itfor it is an offense against humanity, separating families,Dividing husbands and wives, brothers and sisters andPeople who wish to be joined togetherAll free men, wherever they may live, are citizens of BerlinAnd therefore, as a free man I take pride in the words "Ich bin ein Berliner".(Excerpts from John F. Kennedy speech at the Berlin wall June 26, 1963)Turned on the news in November '89I could not move, I could not speakSomething was burning up in my eyes,Something wet ran down my cheekAll those laughing faces, all those tears of joyAll those warm embraces of men and women, girls and boysSisters and brothers dancing, all singing freedom's songGod, if only I could be there to shake your hands and sing alongOh I, I would climb right up on that wallAnd join you all dancing on the wallStanding tall walking on the wallTear it down, right down to the groundTear it down, right down to the ground 1989 Black Leather Music, Inc., (BMI), Michael John Music (BMI), Attlebrat
