A real mess

Last nights dream still in the head, stumbling over the floor
Would have been better to stay in bed, frightened you focus the door
Stretching your limbs, rubbing your eyes, finding out what belongs where
Outside the shutters lie cloudless skies, inside a mess, you don't care

But from the TV screen
A voice sometimes seems to scream
Take your life in your hand!
Take your life in your hand!
You switch off

Opening the fridge door, covered with grease, looking for something to eat
In front only beer cans and musty cheese
In the back something furry that once was meat
You're lucky, today you don't have to go out, where you feel people's looks on your skin
Tonight's tuna pizza you'll order by phone
And you'll make sure that the pizza man won't come in

But from the TV screen
A voice sometimes seems to scream
Take your life in your hand!
Take your life in your hand!
You switch off

Between piles of chicken bones and heaps of dirty clothes
You've created the streets of your quiet life through which you wander alone
There are buildings of newspapers, swimming pools of beer
Highways of old cardboard, do you really live here?
Somewhere an ice rink of dried up milk
Over there a mould field shimmering like silk
You're breeding tiny pets, growing flowers of shaving foam
In this little apartment you call your home, your home
Your home

One day your landlord with a mask on his nose
Will intrude, and men with gloves will steal your stock of beer
And a vermin exterminator with a disinfectant hose
Will extinct your agricultural work of a year
Beyond imagination! some paramedics will sneer
And they'll carry you to hospital, out of here
I'm not sick, you'll cry, but that's what they all say
You won't know whether to be desperate or relieved

To be brought away
To be brought away
To be brought away
To be brought away

Take your life in your hand!
Take your life in your hand!
Take your life in your hand!
Take your life in your hand!