Pink Floyd — Free Four

[Intro] One, two, free, four! [Chorus] The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in gloom of the sickroom And talk to yourself as you die [Verse 2] Life is a short, warm moment And death is a long, cold rest You get your chance to try in the twinkling of an eye Eighty years, with luck, or even less [Verse 3] So all aboard for the American tour And maybe you’ll make it to the top And mind how you go, and I can tell you, ’cause I know You may find it hard to get off [Guitar Solo] [Verse 4] You are the angel of death And I am the dead man’s son And he was buried like a mole in a fox hole And everyone is still on the run [Verse 5] And who is the master of fox hounds? And who says the hunt has begun? And who calls the tune in the courtroom? And who beats the funeral drum? [Chorus] The memories of a man in his old age Are the deeds of a man in his prime You shuffle in gloom in the sickroom And talk to yourself as you die [Instrumental Outro]