Trouble In The Message Centre Songtext / Lyric

I am the message centre
local and direct
room to room an operator
two calls today dear
they will just have to wait dear
I call and I collect
so just srike him softly away from the body.

You're made up to shiny today (in so much trouble)
Thoughts are just pissing away (in so much trouble)
A new type face and new day (in so much trouble)
You can't remember ten minutes ago (in so much trouble).