Hey hey. Da da da da. I feel uptight. When I walk in the city. I feel so cold. When I'm at home. Feels like everything's. Starting to hit me. I lost bed. Ten minutes ago. Modern guilt. I'm staring at nothing. Modern guilt. I'm under lock and key. It's not. What I have changed. Turning into convention. Don't know. What I've done. But I feel ashamed. Standing outside. The glass room sidewalk. These people talk about. Impossible things. And I'm falling down. The conversations. Another palm beats. Into you. Modern guilt. Is all in our hands. Modern guilt. Won't get me to bed. Say what you will. Smoking my cigarette. Don't know. What I've done. But I feel afraid