Album: PsychomodoPsychomodo
I been losing my head
I been losing my way
I been losing my brain cells at a milllon a day
I been so disillusioned
I'm on Suicide street
I seen everything
In every shape
I seen 1984 in a terrilble state
I seen you Ouazimodo
Hanging on my gale
Oh! he wa so hung-Op and wasted
Oh! he wa so physically devastated
He was young enough
He was well-slung enough
I seen my own epitaph
I been to heaven and back
Was introduced to St. Peter; we were having a chat
I feII him losing his mind
So I began to retreat . ..
Desdemona a and me
We had a ball in a tree
She read my palm in a moment: it was shocking to me
Oh, we were so mystified
Began to scream out of fear
Oh! he wa so hung-Op and wasted
Oh! he wa so physically devastated
He was young enough
He was well-slung enough
I been writing a song
We all been singing along
It's Ilke a wild schizophrenia-wondering where we belong!
sling it all out the window
Start all over again . .
Come into my heart
Come in and tear me apart
I wanna be claustrophobic-got a Passion-ha ha!
I'm so confused I wish I could die
Oh! he wa so hung-Op and wasted
Oh! he wa so physically devastated
He was young enough
He was well-slung enough
