George Roger Waters nasceu em 6 de setembro de 1943 em Great Bookham, Surrey, cidade ao sul de Londres. Um fato muito importante para o que Roger Waters produziria em sua carreira foi a morte de seu pai, Eric Fletcher Waters, na guerra, durante a invasão britânica de Anzio, na Itália, pois o tema de guerra e perda de seu pai pode ser presenciado muitas vezes em suas composições.
Waters começou tocando Rhythm & Blues em 1965 com um grupo chamado The Abdabs.
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BmF#m Miraculous you call it babe, you ain't seen nothing yet. EmF#m They got Pepsi in the Andes, they got McDonalds in Tibet. BmF#m Yosemite's been turned into a golf course for the Japs, EmF#m The Dead Sea is alive with rap. BmF#m Between the Tigris and Euphrates, there's a leisure centre now EmF#m They got all kinds of sports, they got Bermuda shorts BmF#m They had sex in Pennsylvania, a Brazilian grew a tree EmF#m A doctor in Manhattan, saved a dying man for free Bm It's a miracle F#m It's a miracle D It's a miracle F# Another miracle G By the grace of God Almighty
And the pressures of the marketplace EmEm6F# The human race has civilized itself BmF#mEm It's a miracle F#sus4F#BmF#mEm F#sus4
Verse 2 (continue chord pattern) We got warehouses of butter, we got oceans of wine. We got famine when we need it, we got designer crime. We got Mercedes, we got Porsche, Ferrari and Rolls Royce, Yeah, we got choice. She said meet me in the Garden of Gethsemene my dear, The Lord said Peter I can see your house from here. An honest man finally reaped what he had sown. And a farmer in Ohio has just repaid a loan. It's a miracle It's a miracle It's a miracle It's a miracle Another miracle
G By the grace of God Almighty and the pressures of the marketplace EmEm6F# The human race has civilized itself BmF#mEmF#sus4F# It's a miracle
Verse 3 We cower in our shelters With our hands over our ears Lloyd-Webber's awful stuff Runs for years and years and years and years An earthquake hits the theatre But the operetta lingers Then the piano lid comes down and breaks his fucking fingers It's a miracle.