The tenth of July 1985 Don't ask stupid questions I had nothing
else to do I was bored I had, I had not Fifteen weeks since the
light has gone, fifteen weeks with the same shirt on, a thousand bodies
stink and sweat and somebody's trying to roll a cigarette Clean mister
Clean mister Clean missed her Just relax and enjoy it, it's nothing
really Let's get you out of those damp clothes, just life yourself up,
get those dreadful trousers off You'll feel so much better afterwards
Just close your eyes and let it ooze all over you Trickling down your
back warm and sticky Isn't that nice? No don't speak, just let yourself
go, sink, sinking down deeper and deeper and deeper At 3 o'clock that
morning I awoke in an unfamiliar room in my hands like sodden paper
a thick, glutinous pale green liquid sunlight through net
curtains 6,000 miles an hour into brilliant white light There's a brass
band playing somewhere Roll on your back and wait for the talcum But
what's that? Pull back the linen sheets to find the shirt they peeled off
your back only two hours before the bed tips sideways No and to one
day woke up in green fields with the sky blue above me And to be clean
again But know I'll never be clean again