I been losing my head, i been losing my way
i been losing my brain cells at a million a day
i'm so disillusioned, i'm on suicide street
i seen everything in every shape, seen 1984 in a terrible state
seen you quasimodo hanging on my gate
Oh! he was so hung-up and wasted
oh! he was so physically devastated
he was young enough
he was well-slung enough, oh
I seen my own epitaph, i been to heaven and back
was introduced to st. peter where we was having a chat
i felt him losing his mind, i began to retreat
but desdemona and me, we had a ball in a tree
she read my palm in a moment, it was shocking to me
we were so mystified, we scream out of fear
Oh! she was so hung-up and wasted
oh! she was so physically devastated
she was young enough
she was well-slung enough destroyed
I been writing a song, we all been singing along
it's like a mild schizophrenia - wondering where we belong!
sling it all out the window, start all over again, yoh
oh, come into my heart, come and tear me apart
i wanna be claustrophobic - got a passion ha ha!
i'm so confused, i wish i could die die die
Oh! she was so hung-up and wasted
oh! she was so physically devastated
she was young enough
she was well-slung enough, oh