It's getting better all the time...

I used to get mad at my school (No I can't complain)
The teachers who taught me weren't cool (No I can't complain)
You're holding me down (Oh), turning me round (Oh)
Filling me up with your rules (Foolish rules)

I've got to admit it's getting better (Better)
A little better all the time (It can't get more worse)
I have to admit it's getting better (Better)
It's getting better since you've been mine

Me used to be angry young man
Me hiding me head in the sand
You gave me the word, I finally heard
I'm doing the best that I can

I've got to admit it's getting better (Better)
A little better all the time (It can't get more worse)
I have to admit it's getting better (Better)
It's getting better since you've been mine
Getting so much better all the time
It's getting better all the time
Better, better, better
It's getting better all the time
Better, better, better

The Beatles – Getting Better

Wird es wirklich besser? Sie sagten mir, ich könnte nach Hause gehen, es wäre sogar höchste Zeit. Sie gaben mir viele, viele bunte Smarties, zum Einschlafen, zum Aufwachen, zum Wachbleiben.

Nun liege ich hier in meinem Bett in meinem Penthouse über dem fünfzehnten Stockwerk in dieser großen, großen Stadt und spüre, wie sie um mich herum größer wird, von Sekunde zu Minute wächst und prosperiert. Längst ist dieses Haus mit seinen fünfzehn Stockwerken nicht mehr das größte in Bromford. Und alles, was ich noch habe und kenne, ist die Bromford Bridge.

Sooner or later I'll find a 56th floor and a button to press that will lead me there to the bottom of the ground. Sooner or later all this will be reality. Will it be like life on a starship in space? Does it have to be like this? Does it have to be that green? Every Question leads to another Question...