The trial Lyrics by Pink Floyd

Good morning, Worm your honor.
The crown will plainly show
The prisoner who now stands before you
Was caught red-handed showing feelings,
Showing feelings of an almost human nature.
This will not do.
Call the schoolmaster!
I always said he'd come to no good
In the end your honor.
If they'd let me have my way I could
Have flayed him into shape.
But my hands were tied,
The bleeding hearts and artists
Let him get away with murder.
Let me hammer him today?
Crazy, toys in the attic I am crazy,
Truly gone fishing
They must have taken my marbles away
(Crazy, toys in the attic he's crazy)
You little shit you're in it, now
I hope they throw away the key.
Yer should have talked to me