[Verse 1] 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 to 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

[Verse 2] His 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!
And that's why I watch
Despite it
Being so whiny
You see?