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 everyday 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 it's own language 
Cold comfort through the gill cracked plaster 
Looks at him with eyes in paint blisters 
Squeezes musik through a cheap transistor 
Voice 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 
Like I've never held on to anything in my life 
I'm clean and I'm clinging to you