The Mess

I saw the flash at first light of the moon Carried the weight, most of the tune Your eyes were low and the light was blue And that was the worst the worst part of you Ain’t it the worst Ain’t it the worst When they find the time To empty our minds Onto the floor Sift through the mess Just to decide What they sell us next Ain’t it the worst Another light that I shouldn’t light The glare of the sun, you're lit from behind You look at me but all I see is grey They took your face And they gave it away Ain’t it the worst Ain’t it the worst When they find the time To pour out our minds Onto the floor Sift through the mess Just to decide What they sell us next Ain't it the worst