When the Wall Broke Free

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?