THE MESS. Songtext
von BIG SPECIAL

I′m sorry 'bout the mess
God washed his hands and left
Said a prayer for your purse and your pets
Bend your knees and purse your lips
Got to take what′s coming
Because that's all there is

I'm sorry ′bout 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

Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala


I′m sorry 'bout the mess
I′m in a game of mental chess
With all the fucking things again
The patterns are a mystery
Got to take what's coming
The slowest heart attack in history
Ya ya ya

Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala

I′m sorry 'bout 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 coming 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 death wish in a bowl of dog's heart chilli
Be still my bleeding arse
Dream blind my hermit heart
I′m sorry 'bout 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
Uh

Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala
Lalalalalalala

Lalalalalalala