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.