Текст песни BIG SPECIAL - THE MESS.

I’m sorry about the mess
God washed his hands and left
Said a prayer for your purse and ya pets

Bend your knees and purse your lips
Got to take what’s coming
Because that’s all there is

I’m sorry about the mess
My appearance and bad breath
And the news that you’ve been left bereft

Comb your hair and shine your shoes
Got to take what’s coming
And sing those resurrection blues

I’m sorry about the mess
I’m in a game of mental chess
With all our fucking things again

The patterns are a mystery
Got to take what’s coming
The slowest heart attack in history

I’m sorry about the mess
I turned the house into confetti
A moth writhes like a burning witch

I could smash up the gaff with a big fuck off machete
The bugs humming made me itch
Covered in blood and spaghetti

I’m sorry about the mess
And I must address
I’m stuck inside my head like something sticky

The shade I’m in can keep me
Pour another cup of Deathwish
And a bowl of dog’s heart chilli

Be still, my bleeding arse
Dream blind my hermit heart

I'm sorry about the mess
I’m afraid I’ve been silly
I’ve swallowed thirty years of stress

It’s blown myself apart
To paint the town and city
And call it modern art