White rag, still on the line Ripped in the middle cause the fabric's too fine Who use to wear it and how did it fall from grace White rag, awful mistake It's seven thirty and I'm still awake I'm so thirsty but I can't find a drink I can barely think I feel just like a baby Just like a baby Can't work out if I need a cradle or a mummy White rag, useless to all Maybe it blew out of an unlocked door Oh, careless spirit, watch out for what you shall become White rag, do you want an award I've been looking at you for minutes and I'm still not bored You represent everything I apprehend When all you need's a friend Well, you feel just like a baby Just like a baby Born into this strange world of clowns and dreams and broken scenes Everything seems cold When you feel just like a baby Just like a baby I can't work out if I need some sleep or somebody Or to sleep with somebody