White rag, still on the line
Ripped in the middle cause the fabric's too fine
Who use to wear it and how did it fall from grace

White rag, awful mistake
It's seven thirty and I'm still awake
I'm so thirsty but I can't find a drink

I can barely think

I feel just like a baby
Just like a baby
Can't work out if I need a cradle or a mummy

White rag, useless to all
Maybe it blew out of an unlocked door
Oh, careless spirit, watch out for what you shall [bad word] 

White rag, do you want an award
I've been looking at you for minutes and I'm still not bored
You represent everything I apprehend

When all you need's a friend

Well, you feel just like a baby
Just like a baby
Born into this strange world of clowns and dreams and broken scenes

Everything seems cold

When you feel just like a baby
Just like a baby
I can't work out if I need some sleep or somebody

Or to sleep with somebody