Story Behind the Song
A very Floyd piece about breaking free from everyone's expectations and living your own life.
Lyrics
Snail
custom breathing
give my name for sale
measured greetings
blow smoke through the veil
choked with flowers
heart, soul, tooth and nail
riding on your trail
piecing through junk mail
cross the threshold, snail
don't tell me I missed my own reward
I break mirrors you still can't afford
love and puppies drowning evermore
sideshows never fail
the slugs that they regale
cross the razor, snail
is it all myopic salt?
a sacrifice of wherewithal?
security in paper walls?
well, I have undertook to crawl
away from you and your abuse,
your fifty-seven dollar noose,
the slothful coma you induce?
yes, I reserve the chance to loose it all
cross the razor, snail
narcolepsy, beat me to my tomb.
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