Fortunate Son/Comfortably Numb

I'm 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, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a lucky one 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 freeway 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 I've stared down the devil, and had to look away Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a lucky one 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 Laid down odd and even, but double zero played That's alright, I'm a lucky one Such a fortunate son 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 pinprick There'll be no more, ah You may feel a little sick Can you 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, 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 sayin' 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 grown, Dream is gone Oh, 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 I've stared down the devil, and had to look away Called out to the angels, but no-one ever came Laid down odd and even, but double zero played Yes I'm that, I'm a lucky one Such a fortunate son Such a fortunate son Such a fortunate son I'm a lucky one Such a fortunate son Such a fortunate son