All this noise is making me nervous I feel every slammed door and drunken laugh Sometimes there's no room for breathing Take me to a colony and leave me in Antarctica The living germs keep these buildings alive And every day we feed them with our dirt and rotten memories The front window in the house his mother left him Is just another beacon in a sea of dark yellow
This place speaks to him, it's got its own language Cold comfort through the gill cracked plaster Looks at him with eyes in paint blisters Squeezes music through cheap transistors Voices of mothers with their prisoners for brothers And the bug-eyed little creatures terrifying stupid teachers Who then take it out on weaklings, spawning killing spree control freaks Who get married in their prisons to abused and lonely women
I'm clean and I'm clinging Like I've never held on to anything in my life I'm clean and I'm clinging to you
I'm clean and I'm clinging Like I've never held on to anything in my life I'm clean and I'm clinging to you
I'm clean and I'm clinging Like I've never held on to anything in my life I'm clean and I'm clinging to you
I'm clean and I'm clinging, yeah Like I've never held on to anything in my life I'm clean and I'm clinging to youTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
