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 you