Tunnel

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 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 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