David Gilmour The Piper's Call
Take these birds everlasting
Can't undo the voodoo that you do
And the knots that we fasten
Will not work themselves loose
Whatever it takes
Steer clear of the snakes
The road to hell is paved with gold, they'll tell you
All the things that you don't need, they'll sell you
Your conscience uncontrolled
And beauty to behold
The promise of eternal youth
The spoils of fame, a carpe diem attitude
The flamеs are high, the piper's call, contagious
A fixеr who will numb your pain, and strangeness
The wheels are hot, the hangover outrageous
The stealer he will trade your soul for favours
But you'll reap what you sow
As I found long ago
The promise of eternal youth
The spoils of fame, a carpe diem attitude
