TEARS ON MY MACHINE

ELECTRICITY SPARKS ACROSS MY ROOM
MAKING WHITE THE GREY WALLS IN THE GLOOM
KEEP SAYING I'M GOING TO RUN AWAY
TO A COLOURFUL WORLD BUT STILL I'M GREY
I'M SO CONFUSED,THE SPARKS STILL FLASH
THEY'VE BURNED MY HANDS AND TURNED MY FLESH TO ASH
THE DUST'S SO THICK UPON THE FLOOR
IT HURTS MY ARMS TO OPEN THE DOOR
WISH I COULD KEEP THE WALLS ALL CLEAN
CAN'T HELP THE TEARS ON MY MACHINE

THE STAIRS ARE WET,THE CARPET'S DAMP
THE STEAM I SMELL IS LIT BY THE LAMP
THE GLOOMY CORRIDOR,BLACK WITH MOULD
THE GAS BLUE FLAME,BURNING COLD
THERE'S MUDDY MARKS UPON MY SHEETS
I'VE TRIED TO SAY HOW ALL THIS FEELS
BUT I KEEP EATING COLD COOKED MEALS
WISH I COULD KEEP THE WALLS ALL CLEAN
CAN'T HELP THE TEARS ON MY MACHINE