Текст песни Brickwall - Motorcycle Display Team

With pigeon steps, we walk over the case that we will put to her
With faces turned in supplication
But dead time plays cruel tricks
Making patience irritation and the amiable made intolerant

These are your hoops
In flickering flame

Bang, bang on the wall
Don't make no sense at all
Still, you try anyhow
Hoping against hope they see the light
Let's play let's pretend
This night may ever end
A fool sat on a throne condemns a court, oh

The minutes elongate into...
Ours is not to reason why
A question turns into a sigh
Now you're tripping down the corridor
Wearing out your heels
Frustrated and mistreated
While expectant eyes hang on your every frown

These are your hoops
In flickering flame
They all call your name

Bang, bang on the wall
Don't make no sense at all
Still you try anyhow
Hoping against hope they see the light
Let's play let's pretend
This night may ever end
A fool sat on a throne condemns a court, oh

Hold me in contempt
This may never end
The argument swirls round and round
And round and round
And round and round
And round and round
And round

Bang, bang on the wall
Don't make no sense at all
Still you try anyhow
Hoping against hope they see the light
Let's play let's pretend
This night may never end
A fool sat on a throne condemns a court, oh

Bang, bang on the wall
You're making no excuses
You're not making any progress
But you bang, bang, bang on the wall
Bang, bang shake the foundations
You know they can't take it forever
And someday they'll fall