Tunnel by Pulp Lyrics

The tenth of July, 1985
Don't ask stupid questions
I had nothing to do I was bored
I had, I had not
Fifteen weeks since the light has gone
Fifteen weeks with the same shirt on
A thousand bodies stink and sweat
And somebody's trying to roll a cigarette
Clean mister
Clean mister
Clean missed her
Just relax and enjoy it, it's nothing really
Let's get you out of these damp clothes
Just lift yourself up
Get thous dreadful trousers off
You'll feel so much better afterwards
Just close your eyes and let it ooze all over you
Trickling down your back warm and sticky
Isn't that nice?
No don't speak, just let yourself go
Sink, sinking down deeper and deeper and deeper
At 3 o'clock that morning I awoke in an unfamiliar room
In my hands like sodden paper
A thick, glutinous pale green liquid
Sunlight through net curtains
6,000 miles an hour into brilliant white light
There's a brass band playing somewhere
Roll on your back and wait for the talbum
But what's that?
Pull back the linen sheets to find the shirt
They peeled off your back only two hours before
The bed tips sideways
No
And to one day wake up in green fields with the sky blue above me
And to be clean again
But I know I'll never be clean again