Fortunate Son / Comfortably Numb (Live)

Sitting wondering, watching the parade

In my ever-present chair

People laughing and smiles all around me

Balloons and paper in my hair

There's a man in a car with the top down

Waving wildly at me

The poor son of a gun, I know he's thinking

Better him, him than me

I've stared down the devil

And had to look away

Called out to the angels

No one ever came

Laid down odd and even

But double zero played

That's alright, I'm a lucky one

Oh, such a fortunate son

I was always taught well, taught well

To be the strong one and keep it inside

But sometimes I sit beside the freeways

And howl out at the dark, dark sky

I might just have to go out and burn one

Have a drink or a few

Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke

And give the old man's best salute, salute

I've stared down the devil

And had to look away

And called out to the angels

But no one ever came

Yes, laid down odd and even

But double zero played

That's alright I'm a lucky one

Oh, such a fortunate son

I might just have to go out and burn one

Have a drink or a few

Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke

And give the old man's best salute

I've stared down the devil

And had to look away

Called out to the angels

But no one ever came

Then laid down odd and even

But double zero played

Just my luck

It's alright, I'm a lucky one

Oh, such a fortunate son

May your fortune be the same

There is no pain, you are receding

A distant ship, smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child I caught a fever

My hands felt just like two balloons

Now I've got that feeling once again

I can't explain, you would not understand

This is not how I am

I have become comfortably numb

Okay, okay, okay

Just a little pin prick

There'll be no more ah

You may feel a little sick

Can you stand up, stand up, stand up

I do believe it's working good

That'll keep you going for the show

Come on it's time to go

On it's time to go

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship, smoke on the horizon

You are only coming through in waves

Your lips move but I can't hear what you're saying

When I was a child I caught a fleeting glimpse

Fleeting glimpse, out of the corner of my eye

I turned to look but it was gone

I cannot put my finger on it now

The child is gone, the fever's gone

Whoa and I have become comfortably numb

I might just have to go out and burn one

Have a drink or a few

Fade away in a cloudy haze of smoke

And give the old man's best salute, salute

I've stared down the devil

And had to look away

Called out to the angels

But no one ever came

Yeah, laid down odd and even

But double zero played

Yeah that's alright, I'm a lucky one

Yes, whoa, such a fortunate son

Such a fortunate son

Yeah, such a fortunate son

Hey, hey, hey

That's alright, I'm a lucky one

Whoa, such a fortunate son

Fortunate son