Make Yourself At Home
I shudder away
From london
It’s a nightmare
Coming home
If money talks
I’ve pursed lips
And I’ve left
My tongue at home
Past beechams’
Headache-free factory
It’s smoking too
And I’m pondering
Which science
I’ll leave my body to
There’s no reincarnation
You’re only human once
So make yourself at home
An un-sober hippy
Lying naked on his back
Says he plays
For cardboard city
Not out of spite
But because of the fact that
People paper over cracks
In sunny retreats until
Their heart attacks them
There’s no reincarnation
You’re only human once
So make yourself at home
I don’t care
For the big world out there
Keep me away
From the window
It’s a small world
Wherever we go
So make yourself at home