All this noise is making me nervous  I feel every slammed door and drunken laugh  Sometimes there's no room for breathing  Take me to a colony and leave me in Antarctica  The living germs keep these buildings alive  And everyday we feed them with our dirt and rotten memories  The front window in the house his mother left him  Is just another beacon in a sea of dark yellow  This place speaks to him, it's got it's own language  Cold comfort through the gill cracked plaster  Looks at him with eyes in paint blisters  Squeezes music through a cheap transistor  Voice of mothers  With their prisoners for brothers  And the bug-eyed little creatures  Terrifying stupid teachers  Who then take it out on weaklings  Spawning killing spree control freaks  Who get married in their prisons  To abused and lonely women  I'm clean and I'm clinging  Like I've never held on to anything in my life  I'm clean and I'm clinging to you  I'm clean and I'm clinging  Like I've never held on to anything in my life  I'm clean and I'm clinging to you  I'm clean and I'm clinging  Like I've never held on to anything in my life  I'm clean and I'm clinging to you  I'm clean and I'm clinging  Like I've never held on to anything in my life  I'm clean and I'm clinging to you