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.