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 (???) on the seats 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