Tunnel (cut-up version)

The tenth of July, 1985 Don't ask stupid questions I had nothing 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 these damp clothes Just lift yourself up Get thous 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 nicе? No don't speak, just let yourself go Sink, sinking down deepеr 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 talbum 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 wake up in green fields with the sky blue above me And to be clean again But I know I'll never be clean again