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
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