I can feel you breathing and you're sticking to my skin
Someone shut the morning up
My conscience creeps back in
I don't hear the words you say
When you [bad word] around
I don't hear the words you say
I just see you lie
There's one thing that I should remember
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
Buggered by a priest
When you were seven years of age
The age of understanding
Came with blood and [bad word] stains
All your hope in politics
Handed back yourself
Is there anything as disgraceful I can see again
There's one thing that I should remember
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
How did we get from the blue lamp disco
To cracking up in San Francisco
I look at myself in a sober light
I'm not Elvis but I'm alright
Lean feel you breathing
When you tear me from within
Unhinged and unravelled
As you rip my [bad word] skin
I can put my my head back on
but it's the wrong way round
Feeling up the ladder
You can't get back down
There's one thing that I should remember
There is a light at the end of the tunnel
There is a light at the end of the tunnel