So much to say - live from worcester

I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside Can't see the light And my heaven is a nice house In the sky Got central heating And I'm alright Yeah, yeah, yeah Can't see the light Keep it locked up inside Don't talk about it T-t-talk about the weather Yeah, yeah, yeah Can't see the light Open up my head and let me out little baby 'Cos here we have been standing for a long, long time Treading trodden trails for a long, long time I say my hell is the closet I'm stuck inside Can't see the light And my heaven is a nice house in the sky Got central heating and i'm alright 'Cause here we have been standing for a Long, long time Treading trodden trails for a long Long time time time time time time I find sometimes it's easy To be myself Sometimes i find it's better to be Somebody else I see you, young and soft Oh, little baby Little feet, little hands, little feet, little feet, little baby One year of crying and the words creep up inside Deep into your mind yeah So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say 'Cause here we have been standing for a long, long time Treading trodden trails for a long, long time I find sometimes it's easy to be myself Sometimes I find it's better to be somebody else So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say So much to say, so much to say, so much to say, so much to say Open up my head and let me out, little baby