It was just before dusk One dark weekend evening While on your way home When all the critics told you Pink Floyd's Wall was shite When you thought it was kinda alright And the masses gave thanks As the movie tanked Fading into obscurity - for a while The arthouse ego-trip Had fallen and slipped Into the bargain bin for $3.93 Good old Pink Floyd Made a movie devoid Of even the slightest bit of subtlety The production was fancy But way too damn angsty For adults to take seriously But I found it one day Behind Dad's Porno Stash Hidden away And my eyes still grew big At the feelings he felt And discovered I felt the same thing. Kids' emotions are flawed But they're nevertheless raw Felt when the wall broke free Every rockstar that's wild Was a rage driven child Like in this movie They all dreamed - just like Floyd Most of them falling - into the void! (the void) And that's why I watch Despite it being so whiny, you see?